Sophie Fisher: I bought it... the last copy. Alex Fletcher: Right, well, I insist on paying you back immediately. $9.99 right? Do you have a penny?
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Cora Corman: I'll show you the roof. It's upstairs.
Alex Fletcher: Well, that's just ridiculous. Nobody grows up in Florida, unless you're an orange.
Alex Fletcher: I have great insight. I'd use it on myself only I don't have any problems.
Alex Fletcher: I like your roof. It's good that it's upstairs.
Alex Fletcher: Just a little bit louder, because this song is intended for humans, okay? Way Back Into Love, take two.
Cora Corman: If it's meant to be, it will be. It's destiny... or not.
Alex Fletcher: The few syllables you got out were absolutely devastating.
Greg Antonsky: What's your next line? "Feelings. Nothing more than feelings"? You people disgust me!
Sophie Fisher: Are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed that orgasm set to the "Gandhi" soundtrack?
Alex Fletcher: You're Cole Porter in panties. Of course, having said that, Cole Porter probably did wear panties.
Cora Corman: Entering Bootytown/So shake your booty now/'Cause your booty is the way to his heart.
Cora Corman: Derek give me a beat, steamy and sticky.
Alex Fletcher: Good. Now you can begin to kill the next one.
Alex Fletcher: Girls, tell me something... Are these pants a bit too tight?
Alex Fletcher: Anybody see 'Battle of the 80's Has-Beens' last night? That Debbie Gibson can take a punch.
Alex Fletcher: We could even re-pot the ficus.
Alex Fletcher: You seem angry - click your pen!
Alex Fletcher: They're aliens, clearly, I have no children.
Alex Fletcher: I did not pander. I just told her exactly what she wanted to hear.
Cora Corman: I'll show you the roof. It's upstairs.
Alex Fletcher: Just a little bit louder, because this song is intended for humans, okay? Way Back Into Love, take two.
Alex Fletcher: I have great insight. I'd use it on myself only I don't have any problems.
Alex Fletcher: I like your roof. It's good that it's upstairs.
Cora Corman: If it's meant to be, it will be. It's destiny... or not.
Alex Fletcher: The few syllables you got out were absolutely devastating.
Sophie Fisher: Are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed that orgasm set to the "Gandhi" soundtrack?
Greg Antonsky: What's your next line? "Feelings. Nothing more than feelings"? You people disgust me!
Alex Fletcher: You seem angry - click your pen!
Alex Fletcher: You're Cole Porter in panties. Of course, having said that, Cole Porter probably did wear panties.
Cora Corman: Entering Bootytown/So shake your booty now/'Cause your booty is the way to his heart.
Cora Corman: Derek give me a beat, steamy and sticky.
Alex Fletcher: Good. Now you can begin to kill the next one.
Alex Fletcher: Girls, tell me something... Are these pants a bit too tight?
Alex Fletcher: Anybody see 'Battle of the 80's Has-Beens' last night? That Debbie Gibson can take a punch.
Alex Fletcher: We could even re-pot the ficus.
Alex Fletcher: They're aliens, clearly, I have no children.
Alex Fletcher: I did not pander. I just told her exactly what she wanted to hear.
Alex Fletcher: Well, that's just ridiculous. Nobody grows up in Florida, unless you're an orange.
Cora Corman: Entering Bootytown/So shake your booty now/'Cause your booty is the way to his heart.
Alex Fletcher: Good. Now you can begin to kill the next one.
Alex Fletcher: Girls, tell me something... Are these pants a bit too tight?
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.
Chris Riley: Why do you have a plant lady? Why do you even have plants? Alex Fletcher: Because, from time to time, ladies accompany me back to the apartment and one of them once mentioned that plants make women comfortable. Chris Riley: Is that true? Plants make women comfortable? Well, maybe if I had plants I'd still be married. Alex Fletcher: Yes, I think that was the problem; not Susan's affair and raging nymphomania, but your lack of vegetation.
Alex Fletcher: Sleeping with a clown above my bed... 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.
Alex Fletcher: Are you single? Rhonda Fisher: I've been married 16 years, but nothing's set in stone, right?
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! Sophie Fisher: ...Fine, all right. 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.
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.
Khan: Mr. Fletcher, I have Sophie here for you. Alex Fletcher: Well, that sounds like fun. Who is she? Khan: She says she's here to do your plants. Alex Fletcher: No, tell her Jane does my plants. Khan: She says it will only take five minutes and this is a good time for her. Alex Fletcher: It seems she cannot be stopped. Send her up.
Sophie Fisher: You should get some ice on that. Alex Fletcher: Only if it's attached to some whiskey.
Sophie Fisher: I'm just here to cater to the plants. Alex Fletcher: And you're doing a marvelous job. Although, that one is plastic.
Chris Riley: So; Cora Corman - how great is that, huh? Do you believe it? Alex Fletcher: Wait wait wait - is it even a good idea? Pros and cons. Chris Riley: Pros: she's a huge star. Great publicity. Terrific money. Alex Fletcher: And cons? Chris Riley: No matter what you do, in forty years we'll both be dead. Alex Fletcher: Okay, so huge star, great publicity, terrific money, versus eventual death. Well, I think we have to think about it.
Sophie Fisher: I bought it... the last copy. Alex Fletcher: Right, well, I insist on paying you back immediately. $9.99 right? Do you have a penny?
Sophie Fisher: The worst part is, he still has some power over me. I still care what he thinks. Alex Fletcher: I'm sorry, but how - how can that possibly be? The guy is a jerk. Sophie Fisher: Well, that's easy for you to say, but... Alex Fletcher: No, no. He is a jerk! He is a jerk. It's not a question. He is a jerk! Sophie Fisher: But... Alex Fletcher: No, he is! He's a jerk! He's a jerk!
Greg Antonsky: Maybe you want something more commercial. More Pop-y. Alex Fletcher: Just hold that thinly veiled insult on second.
Alex Fletcher: Way Back Into Love, take one. Sophie Fisher: I-uh-I'm getting really nervous. Alex Fletcher: You'll be fine, just use your normal, nice voice that I've heard... so much over the last three days. Sophie Fisher: It's like, ugh, my throat's closing up. It's, like, anaphylactic. Alex Fletcher: It's fine, it's just a three-minute song.
