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.
Bob: What?
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.
John: Ohhh...
Kelly: No. You are. I only want you to shoot me. It's true.
[both laugh]
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.

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