Manhattan

I like the way you express yourself, too. Pithy, yet degenerate.

I felt that I was deficient in some way. That I was bad in bed, not bright enough, or physically unattractive. But in the end he was just a louse.

I don't get angry. I tend to internalise. I can't express anger. That's one of the problems I have. I grow a tumour instead.

Can't you hold me? Does your love for me always have to express itself sexually?

— I got a divorce because my ex-wife left me for another woman.
— Really?
— Mm-hm.
— God, that must have been demoralising.
— I took it well under the circumstances.
— Phew-wee.
— I tried to run 'em both over with a car.

Gossip is the new pornography.

My analyst warned me, but you were so beautiful I got another analyst.

I was thinking there must be something wrong with me, because I've never had a relationship that's lasted longer than the one between Hitler and Eva Braun.

Well, a satirical piece in the Times is one thing, but bricks get right to the point.

They watch their sets and the gamma rays eat the white cells of their brains out.

You could've said, but you... All you had to do was call me and talk to me. I'm understanding. I'd have said no, but you'd have felt honest.

For about 30 seconds I was a big hero, and now it's directly to unemployment.

Well, I don't believe in extramarital relationships. I think people should mate for life like pigeons or Catholics.

He's done a great job on you. Your self-esteem is like a notch below Kafka's.

Mary: You don't need a male. Two mothers are fine.
Isaac: Really? Because I feel very few people survive one mother.

Don't stare at me with those big eyes. You look like one of those barefoot kids from Bolivia who needs foster parents.