Autumn in New York

I hate to tell you, but there's only two kinds of love stories. Boy loses girl. Girl loses boy. That's it. Somebody always gets left behind.

— Do you think I'm too old for you?
— No, I collect antiques.

I was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Time is a thief. One day, you're rich as an Arab. Next day, you're lucky if you can afford pistachio nuts.

Didn't anyone ever tell you it was bad manners... to stare at a girl while she's eating like a pig?

— Closer. Closer...
— Close enough?
— Yes. I was hoping gravity would do the rest.

There isn't a lie in the world I'd rather hear than the truth.

— What have I done to you?
— You ruined me for other women.
— I saved you for them.

— It does feel like rain. You wanna get a cup of coffee, and go to the West side?
— No, no. You'd abandon the universe... and me for a cafe late?

— Do you look guilty.
— I'm thinking.

You look at me in a way that I haven't quite earned.

What's the point of being beautiful if it isn't to keep men waiting.