Lemon: Who the fuck are you?
Ladybug: Really? You don't remember me?
Lemon: You look like every white homeless man I've ever seen. (00:35:45)
Linda Litzke: You should put up a note in the ladies locker room.
Chad Feldheimer: Put up a note?"Highly classified shit found: Raw intelligence shit, CIA shit?" Hello, anybody lose their secret CIA shit? I don't think so!
Osborne Cox: Give me the CD!
Chad Feldheimer: As soon as you give us the money, dickwad!
Linda Litzke: I'm really looking for a guy with a sense of humor.
Chad Feldheimer: That guy, wait, that guy wasn't bad.
Linda Litzke: Him?
Chad Feldheimer: No before.
Linda Litzke: Him?
Chad Feldheimer: Umm, he might not be a loser...
Linda Litzke: How can you tell?
Chad Feldheimer: That's a Brioni suit.
Linda Litzke: Yeah?
Chad Feldheimer: Shit yeah!
Linda Litzke: Does he look like he would have a sense of humor?
Chad Feldheimer: Looks like his optometrist has a sense of humor.
Chad Feldheimer: Osbourne Cox? I thought you might be worried... About the security... Of your shit.
Osborne Cox: If you ever carried out your proposed threat you would experience such a shitstorm of consequences my friend, your empty little head would be spinning faster than the wheels of your Schwinn bicycle back there.
Chad Feldheimer: Y-you think that's a Schwinn?
Roland: I figured out your fisherman. He goes with the tide. You let it pull you out to sea or guide you back in. Sometimes you have to move with it. Sometimes, honey, that's all we can do.
Roland: I just want to get drunk for breakfast.
Roland: Is that what you want? To be unknown by someone?
Roland: Honey, why are you doing this? Why are you trying to put that in my head? So you can be the victim? Being the wife of a failed writer is not good enough for pill-popping and self-pity? Now you need a better reason to destroy yourself?
Holli Would: You want to know what it is about you that really kicks my ass, Harris?
Frank Harris: How about my foot?
Frank Harris: A little late for a lady to be out on the streets, don't you think? I've got a couple of questions for you, miss.
Lonette: Oh, come on, officer. Let it slide, would you? I'm tired.
Frank Harris: Word is you have a thing for noids.
Lonette: Yeah, I've got a thing for noids, but what's it to you, tough guy?
Frank Harris: Baby, you don't know how tough it is.
Lonette: You're late.
Frank Harris: Ah, you're killing me. Why are you so beautiful?
Frank Harris: Baby, you and me, I can't have that in the real world. I can't live without you. But I can't be with you. What do you do, huh? What do you do?
Lonette: Well, we're just going to have to pretend, then, aren't we?
Lonette: So did you do it while you were back there in the real world? Did you do it while you were real? Do you ever think about going back there so you can?
Frank Harris: There's no reason now.
Lonette: Well, then, we're just going to have to stop pretending now, aren't we?
Jack Deebs: I'm a cartoonist. I drew all this. I have visions. I translate this.
Frank Harris: You do nothing, man. This place exists with or without you. You believe me, right? I'm not one of your creations.
Jack Deebs: Right. You're not pretty enough.
Frank Harris: Good one. Have a seat.
Westray: Well, I'm perfectly willing to believe you had nothing to do with this but I'm not the party you have to convince.
Counselor: Convince of what, for Christ sake?
Westray: That this is some sort of coincidence. Because they don't really believe in coincidences. They've heard of them. They've just never seen one.
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