Jill: You're always dwelling on the negative. Always what he needs, never what he wants. Always what he can't do, never what he can. What about his music? Have you heard the songs he wrote? I'll bet you didn't even know he could write songs. Well, you might be dead right about me. I'm not the ideal girl for Don. But I know one thing: neither are you! And if I'm going to tell anybody to go home, it's gonna be you, Mrs. Baker! You go home!
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Jill: You're always dwelling on the negative. Always what he needs, never what he wants. Always what he can't do, never what he can. What about his music? Have you heard the songs he wrote? I'll bet you didn't even know he could write songs. Well, you might be dead right about me. I'm not the ideal girl for Don. But I know one thing: neither are you! And if I'm going to tell anybody to go home, it's gonna be you, Mrs. Baker! You go home!
Don: Mother, you have to laugh sometime, or people will think you're a lesbian.
Don: Well hate me! Or love me! But don't leave because I'm blind... and don't stay because I'm blind.
Don: Shh... i'm counting so I don't step in the picnic on the way back!
Jill: She never had syphilis. I'm surprised she had you.
Don: I knew the day you met me, I could love you if you'd let me, Though you touched my cheek and said how easy you'd forget me. You said: butterflies are free, and so are we.
Jill: There's no such thing as a young Republican.
Don: I could love you if you'd let me.
Jill: I don't have anything, but it manages to wind up all over the place. hmm. I'm afraid I'm a slob.
Don: Just ask me if I've felt any good books lately.
Jill: My mother wanted me to go to UCLA, but I couldn't find a place to park.
Jill: You're always dwelling on the negative. Always what he needs, never what he wants. Always what he can't do, never what he can. What about his music? Have you heard the songs he wrote? I'll bet you didn't even know he could write songs. Well, you might be dead right about me. I'm not the ideal girl for Don. But I know one thing: neither are you! And if I'm going to tell anybody to go home, it's gonna be you, Mrs. Baker! You go home!
Don: Mother, you have to laugh sometime, or people will think you're a lesbian.
Don: Well hate me! Or love me! But don't leave because I'm blind... and don't stay because I'm blind.
Don: Shh... i'm counting so I don't step in the picnic on the way back!
Jill: She never had syphilis. I'm surprised she had you.
Don: I knew the day you met me, I could love you if you'd let me, Though you touched my cheek and said how easy you'd forget me. You said: butterflies are free, and so are we.
Jill: There's no such thing as a young Republican.
Don: I could love you if you'd let me.
Don: Just ask me if I've felt any good books lately.
Jill: My mother wanted me to go to UCLA, but I couldn't find a place to park.
Jill: I don't have anything, but it manages to wind up all over the place. hmm. I'm afraid I'm a slob.
Mrs. Baker: I do not intend to pay money to see nudity, obscenity and degeneracy. Ralph: Mrs. Baker, these things are all a part of life. Mrs. Baker: I know, Mr. Santori. So is diarrhea, but I wouldn't classify it as entertainment.
Jill: Is blindness hereditary? Don: I never heard that. Jill: Can your father see? Don: I doubt it. He's been dead for six years. Up till then he didn't have any trouble though.
Mrs. Baker: If you insist on staying here, I will not support you. Mrs. Baker: What're you doing? Don: Calling The Chronicle. What a story! 'Florence Baker Refuses to Help the Handicapped!' Mrs. Baker: Donnie, I'm serious. Don: Oh, well, then I'll call the New York Times. Mrs. Baker: What are you going to do for money? The little you saved must be gone now. Don: I can always walk along the streets with a tin cup. Mrs. Baker: Now you're embarrassing me. Don: Oh, no, I'll stay away from Saks.
Mrs. Baker: Where did this furniture come from? Don: Some of it came with the apartment, the rest I picked up at a junk shop. Mrs. Baker: Well, don't tell me which is which, let me guess.
Don: Tell me, Jill, with Ralph, is it like the Fourth of July and like Christmas? Jill: Not exactly. He has a kind of... strength. With him it's more like Labor Day.
Don: Do you have any dirty books? Roy: No. Don: Aww, too bad: that's the only thing they don't publish in Braille.
Jill: Am I not the image of Elizabeth Taylor? Don: Well, I've never felt Elizabeth Taylor.
Mrs. Baker: I wouldn't count on the support of this giddy little matron. I do not intend to pay money to see nudity, obscenity and degeneracy. Ralph: Mrs. Baker, these things are all a part of life. Mrs. Baker: I know, Mr. Santori. So is diarrhea, but I wouldn't classify it as entertainment.
Mrs. Baker: I suppose Linda Fletcher put this guitar idea into your head. Don: You might say she was instrumental. Mrs. Baker: Oh, boy. Don: That was another joke. Look, you're going to have to start laughing at something or people are going to think you're a lesbian. Mrs. Baker: You have certainly picked up some colorful language, haven't you?
Mrs. Baker: May I ask how you arrived at this brilliant decision? Don: It was elementary, my dear mother - by the process of elimination. I made a lengthy list of all the things I couldn't do: like commercial airline pilot. I doubt that TWA would be too thrilled at having me fly their planes - nor United - nor Pan Am. Photographer? A definite out - along with ball player and cab driver. Matador - didn't strike me as too promising. Mrs. Baker: Honestly. Don: I half-considered becoming an eye doctor, but then that would just be a case of the blind leading the blind.
Jill: It's awful to ask someone who's blind if he's read something. Don: Not at all. As a matter of fact, I read very well with my fingertips. Just ask me if I've felt any good books lately.
Don: That's my bed. Jill: Your bed! Wow! This is wild! Don: You like it? Jill: Oh, it's the greatest bed I've ever seen - and I've seen a lot of beds
Jill: Once in a while you should do something you don't want to do. It cleanses the insides.
Jill: Girls mature faster than boys, don't they?
Jill: I thought you were a Peeping Tom. Don: That's what I call positive thinking.
Jill: We met and it was like fireworks, rockets. Every day was like Fourth of July.
Jill: Just because you love someone doesn't necessarily mean you want to spend the rest of your life with them.
Jill: I couldn't be cheerful like you. I don't have any of those marvelous qualities like courage and fortitude. Don: Well, neither do I. I'm just naturally adorable.
Jill: I never know what's going on. I guess I don't really care. Don: Now, don't say that. I mean, animals care, vegetables don't. You have to care about something or you're nothing.
Don: You have to know a lot about things to care about them. I don't know much about anything. Don: You don't like yourself very much, do you? Jill: Why do you say that? Don: Because you're always putting yourself down. Jill: Let's say I know my limitations. Don: You have a lot more potential than you give yourself credit for. Jill: Just keep telling me that. Don: No, just keep telling yourself that.
Jill: I can quote Mark Twain. My favorite quotation is by Mark Twain. You want to hear it? Don: Go. Jill: "I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.'" I identify strongly with butterflies. Do you like it? Don: Yes, very much, except it wasn't written by Mark Twain. Jill: Why not? Don: It was written by Dickens. Jill: Are you sure? Don: Yeah. Harold Skimpole is a character in "Bleak House" by Dickens. Jill: Oh, I never read Dickens. Actually, I never read Mark Twain either, but I always thought he wrote that.
Jill: I would not go gentle into that good night. I would rage against the dying of the light. Don: Dylan Thomas. Jill: Who? Don: It's a line from a poem by Dylan Thomas. Jill: It is? You mean I can quote Dylan Thomas? How about that? I never even read him. I don't know where I learned it.
Don: Do you have any dirty books? Roy: No. Don: Oh, too bad. That's the only thing they don't publish in braille.
Jill: Do you want to know what I look like? Don: Yes. Jill: I'm gorgeous. Don: Oh, really? Jill: I wouldn't lie about something like that.
Jill: I don't like lesbians. They're so heavy and humorless.
Jill: That's my breast. All mine. Both of them.
Jill: I've been in shock since I met you. Don: Well, do you think you could come out of it long enough to have dinner with me tonight? Jill: For dinner, I'd come out of a coma.
Mrs. Baker: You can't see the difference between good and bad. I can. I can look into people's faces, into their eyes. You can't. Don: But, I can see past their eyes and into their souls.
Mrs. Baker: May I ask you a personal question? Don: No. Mrs. Baker: Have you slept with this girl? Don: I thought you'd never ask. Yes, I have. Mrs. Baker: As if I didn't know. Don: Well, if you know, then why do you ask?
Mrs. Baker: Stop it now before you hurt him. Jill: What about you? Aren't you hurting him? Mrs. Baker: I can't. I can only irritate him. You can hurt him.
Jill: I'm leaving because I want to leave. I am free and I go when I want to go, all right?
