Stills Photographer: You know double-O-7?
Bob: He drinks martinis, but all right.
You want more mysterious? I'll just try and think, "Where the hell's the whiskey?"Bob
I don't get that close to the glass until I'm on the floor.Bob
Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!Premium Fantasy woman
Premium Fantasy woman: Mr. Kazu sent me, premium fantasy. My stockings. Rip them. [sounds like "lip them"]
Bob: [silent, confused]
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip my stockings. Yes, please, rip them.
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip them. HEY! Rip my stocking!
Bob: Hey? Lip them? Lip them? What?
[after director goes off on long tirade in Japanese]
Ms. Kawasaki: He want you to turn and look in camera. Okay?
Bob: Is that all he said?
Charlotte: That was the worst lunch.
Bob: So bad. What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?
For relaxing times... make it Suntory time.Bob
Kelly: John, John. You are my favorite photographer.
Kelly: No. You are. I only want you to shoot me. It's true.
Kelly: Oh my God, I have the worst B.O. right now, I'm sorry.
Stills Photographer: Are you drinking, no?
Bob: Am I drinking? As soon as I'm done.
I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses... taking pictures of your feet.Charlotte
Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.