Mrs. Gruen: Mrs Yakamoto, I have your hair. I'm going to slip it under the door.
Nadia Gates: Oh I feel horrible.
Walter Davis: OH dare I to hope that you sobered up?
David Bedford: I swear on my mother's grave.
Judge Harold Bedford: Your mother is playing the back 9 at Bellaire.
David Bedford: I was speaking in the future tense.
Nadia Gates: I don't like you. I certainly do not love you. Do we have to have sex?
David Bedford: Oh yes.
Nadia Gates: Okay but no kissing.
Walter Davis: Nadia I'm taking you home.
Nadia Gates: To Baton Rouge?
Walter Davis: I'm taking you to your friends house! Now what's the address?
