Joan: Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.
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Joan: Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.
Paul: Don't look at me with that tone of voice.
Keenan: My mind has an endless capacity for useless information.
Joan: The lad doesn't say much and when he does, he finds just the right words to crush my soul.
Joan: You can't treat people the way you treat them and then say something adorable like that.
Paul: You know, I never knew what happiness was until I married your mother. And by then it was too late.
Joan: Last time I saw Harry he was wearing a blue sweater and an idiotic expression. The sweater was new.
Keenan: You're terrific, sensational really, but I'm not right for you.
Joan: When was having sex or not having sex not a problem?
Joan: I want to get rid of you as much as I want to get rid of that crap from Ikea.
Paul: Well if I have to wear a tux, she has to wear a bra.
Lana: I may be a fabulous looking broad, but I got a penis. This ain't no disco and I don't want no "Crying Game" drama.
Hugh: I'm better at all these lies I've manufactured than I am at the ones I'm living.
Joan: Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.
Paul: Don't look at me with that tone of voice.
Keenan: My mind has an endless capacity for useless information.
Joan: The lad doesn't say much and when he does, he finds just the right words to crush my soul.
Joan: You can't treat people the way you treat them and then say something adorable like that.
Paul: You know, I never knew what happiness was until I married your mother. And by then it was too late.
Joan: Last time I saw Harry he was wearing a blue sweater and an idiotic expression. The sweater was new.
Keenan: You're terrific, sensational really, but I'm not right for you.
Joan: When was having sex or not having sex not a problem?
Joan: I want to get rid of you as much as I want to get rid of that crap from Ikea.
Paul: Well if I have to wear a tux, she has to wear a bra.
Lana: I may be a fabulous looking broad, but I got a penis. This ain't no disco and I don't want no "Crying Game" drama.
Hugh: I'm better at all these lies I've manufactured than I am at the ones I'm living.
Trent: You know I'm not just asking you to dinner as a pre-emptive strike against litigation. I'm asking because... Meredith: I'll have dinner with you. Trent: What changed your mind? Meredith: Anyone who can say 'preemptive strike against litigation' with a straight face deserves a dinner companion.
Meredith: I have a hard time trusting men. Trent: I'm not men. I'm not a group. I'm just me.
Joan: You don't say much, do you? Keenan: Does anyone when they're with you?
Max: I uh... I like your tight body. It looks like it would do what I tell it. Joan: What? Max: I said... Joan: No, I heard what you said. And I'll admit 'What?' was a rather banal, cliché, noncolorful response. What I really meant to say was: 'Why don't you do the world a big fat fucking favor and crawl back into your mother's womb?'
Max: Some girls like you to say things like that to them. Joan: Some girls like you to take a dump on them. I'm neither one of those girls.
Meredith: Look, Trent, you're a nice guy, I don't... Trent: Oh, oh, that's - you know... Trent: I'm swimming to shore, you can call the Coast Guard. Meredith: Oh, come on! Trent: Nice guy? That's - I haven't been dismissed with that since high school! Trent: Does that mean no second date?
Joan: I'll have a vodka martini, very dry, straight up. three olives, and... my sullen friend here will have... Keenan: A Coke. Joan: The poster boy for designated drivers will have a *Coke.*
Meredith: I don't deal with passion well. Trent: Maybe you don't like that loss of control. You prefer to be the director, telling everyone what to do. Meredith: It's pretty painfully obvious, isn't it. Trent: Somewhat painful, yes... You know there's something to find out about me. Meredith: What's that? Trent: That I take direction pretty well.
Mark: Let's play a game. Mildred: Okay, want me to get a pack of cards? Mark: Not that kind of game. Mildred: Okay, what? Mark: Tell me something that I don't know. Mildred: What do you mean? Mark: You know, something I wouldn't have known about you. Mildred: Oh, I don't know... Mark: Please, mom. Mildred: Okay. Mildred: Well, I never loved your father. Mark: What? Mildred: I never did. Mark: Wow, you're really good at this. Mildred: Truth be told, when he died, I felt relieved more than anything else. Mark: Gee, Mom, don't hold anything back.
Keenan: This... isn't anything. It's not anything now and it won't be anything ever. Joan: WOW. Message received, end of date.
