P.L. Travers: I will not have her called Cynthia, absolutely not. It feels unlucky. It should be something warm, a bit sexy. How about Mavis?
Zayn Malik: I'm just a little boy from Bradford and now I'm smashing it.
Llewyn Davis: What is that? What are you doing?
Lillian Gorfein: It's Mike's part.
Llewyn Davis: Don't do that.
Lillian Gorfein: It's Mike's part.
Llewyn Davis: I know that it is. Don't do that. Oh well. You know what, this is bullshit. I'm sorry... I don't do this, okay? I do this for a living. It's not a, not a fucking parlor game.
Miriam Hart: No girls like her, she is distant, and basically the only people that want to hang out with her are older boys who want to fuck her.
Dan: Oh really? And you find that a big surprise? You let her walk out of the house looking like, fuck, Jodie Foster from Taxi Driver.
Miriam Hart: She dresses the way she wants to. And besides, any daughter who dresses like that only wants one thing.
Dan: A pimp?
Dee Dee Ramone: Hilly! Sire Records. This is the contract.
Hilly Kristal: Congratulations.
Joey Ramone: You pissed?
Johnny Ramone: I'd be fucking pissed.
Dee Dee Ramone: You're always fucking pissed.
Hilly Kristal: Are you kidding me? I'm proud of you guys.
Joey Ramone: Can't believe we got signed. We suck.
Jason Blake: You a B-Boy?
Franklyn: No, I wish. My people were not exactly, um, chosen when it comes to breaking.
Jason Blake: What do you mean, your people?
Franklyn: Jews. We're rhythmically challenged. We're stripped of our swag at the circumcision.
Jason Blake: Ahh.
Franklyn: I've made my peace with it.
