
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?

Jean: You don't want to go anywhere, and that's why the same shit's going to keep happening to you, because you want it to.
Llewyn Davis: Is that why?
Jean: Yes, and also because you're an asshole.

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.