Gray: What's your favorite color?
Fritz: Gray.

What took you so long?

Fritz

Alex Fletcher: [singing] Sleeping with a clown above my bed...
[spoken]
Alex Fletcher: "Clown" is not right
Sophie Fisher: That's "cloud." Why would you put a clown in your bed?
Alex Fletcher: It would not be the first time.

[while performing] Girls, tell me something... Are these pants a bit too tight?

Alex Fletcher

I like your roof. It's good that its upstairs.

Alex Fletcher

Alex Fletcher: The best time I've had in the last fifteen years was sitting at that piano with you.
Sophie Fisher: That's wonderfully sensitive... especially from a man who wears such tight pants.
Alex Fletcher: It forces all the blood to my heart.

My face is in the butter.

Alex Fletcher

Alex Fletcher: Theoretically, I could pick you up because I will be taking a cab.
Sophie Fisher: I could be standing outside at 9:40 in bright orange clothes, so you wouldn't miss me...
Alex Fletcher: Oh good, you'll get some road work done while you wait then.

Sophie Fisher: [Moves chair]
Alex Fletcher: What are you doing, you madwoman, you're wrecking my apartment!
Sophie Fisher: Well, I can't write sitting all the way across the room.
Alex Fletcher: No, go back to your corner!
Alex Fletcher: ...Fine, alright.
Alex Fletcher: I'm blocked. How am I supposed to get out?
Sophie Fisher: Go out the other side.
Alex Fletcher: But... but... I've never been out the other side.

Are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed that orgasm set to the "Gandhi" Soundtrack?

Sophie Fisher

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