Andrew: Sex alleviates tension and love causes it.
Andrew: I'm not a poet. I don't die for love. I work on Wall Street.
Andrew: Only a drunken, infantile idiot shoots himself over love, not an internist.
Maxwell: I'm a doctor and I believe in the spirit world.
Andrew: Oh, you have to, Maxwell, that's where all your patients end up.
Andrew: He's a wonderful guy and a terrific doctor. Never lost a patient. Got a couple of them pregnant, but never lost one.
Andrew: Dulcy's cute, Maxwell. What is she? Twelve years old? Thirteen? What?
Maxwell: She's twice that, Andrew! She's very experienced. She couldn't keep her hands off me on the way up here.
Andrew: Oh, Jesus, when are you gonna grow up? You're like one of those creatures in Greek mythology who's half-goat.
Maxwell: You only live once, Andrew, you know that.