Dan: At six, we stand round the computer and read the next day's page, make final changes, put in a few euphemisms to amuse ourselves...
Alice: Such as?
Dan: "He was a convivial fellow" ... meaning he was an alcoholic. "He valued his privacy" ... gay. "He enjoyed his privacy" ... raging queen.
Alice: What would my euphemism be?
Dan: She was... disarming.
Alice: That's not a euphemism.
Dan: Yes, it is.
I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.Alice
Dan: When I get back, please tell me the truth.
Dan: Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it, we're animals. Trust me.
Dan: What were you doing in New York?
Alice: You know...
Dan: Well no, I don't. What, were you studying?
Alice: Stripping. Look at your little eyes...
Dan: I can't see my little eyes.
[speaking to Anna] You'd be my whore. And in return I will pay you with your liberty.Larry
Larry: Alice, tell me something that's true.
Alice: Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - but it's better if you do.
Dan: And you left him, just like that?
Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye."
Dan: Supposing you do still love them?
Alice: You don't leave.
Dan: You've never left someone you still love?
Dan: I want Anna back.
Larry: She's made her choice.
Dan: I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her. My intention was not to make you suffer.
Larry: So where's the apology? You cunt.
Dan: I apologize. If you love her you'll let her go, so she can be happy.
Larry: She doesn't want to be happy.
Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.
Anna: I'm sorry you're...
Larry: Don't say it! Don't you fucking say you're too good for me. I am, but don't say it.
Anna: I don't kiss strange men.
Dan: Neither do I.
Alice: Who was your last boyfriend?
Anna: My husband.
Alice: Was he English?
Alice: What's your work?
Dan: I'm sort of... journalist.
Alice: What sort?
Dan: I write obituaries.