Judy: Well, you know what they say. Two's company. Three gets us talked about.
Judy: Your little walkie talkies... have gone walkies.
Dr. Claire Lewicki: Boy, you're very quick.
Cole Trickle: You oughta see me drive.
Dr. Claire Lewicki: Control is an illusion, you infantile egomaniac. Nobody knows what's gonna happen next: not on a freeway, not in an airplane, not inside our own bodies and certainly not on a racetrack with 40 other infantile egomaniacs.
Dr. Claire Lewicki: Tell me what you love so much about racing.
Cole Trickle: Speed. To be able to control it. To know that I can control something that's out of control.
Alice Harford: ...And at no time did he ever leave my mind.
Alice Harford: When she is having her little titties squeezed, do you think she ever has any fantasies about what handsome Dr. Bill's dickie might be like?
Sandor Szavost: Don't you think one of the charms of marriage is that it makes deception a necessity for both parties? May I ask why a beautiful woman who could have any man in this room wants to be married?
Alice Harford: Why wouldn't she?
Sandor Szavost: Is it as bad as that?
Alice Harford: As good as that.
Alice Harford: So, because I'm a beautiful woman, the only reason any man wants to talk to me is because he wants to fuck me? Is that what you're saying?
Alice Harford: Why do think Ziegler invites us to these things every year?
Dr. Bill Harford: This is what you get for making house calls.
Alice Harford: You sound very sure of yourself.
Dr. Bill Harford: I'm not, I'm sure of you.
Alice Harford: How do you feel about wrapping the rest of the presents?
Dr. Bill Harford: Maybe tomorrow night.
Alice Harford: You should call the Zieglers and thank them for the party.
Dr. Bill Harford: I've already taken care of that.
Alice Harford: If he wanted me, I would give up everything.
Dr. Bill Harford: Are you sure of that?
Alice Harford: Am I sure? Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth.
Dr. Bill Harford: And no dream is ever just a dream.
Shannon Christie: Pretend you love me.
Joseph Donnelly: I pretend I love you.
Shannon Christie: I pretend I love you, too.
Shannon Christie: No! Joseph, please come back. Joseph, no! Don't leave me alone. Please. I loved you. I loved you from the first time I saw you.
Joseph Donnelly: I've often wondered about that.
Shannon Christie: May I ask, what are you doing, sitting at my table?
Joseph Donnelly: I'm eating your chocolate cake.
Joseph Donnelly: Maybe this is my destiny. On his death bed, my father told me he'd be watching me from up above. I wonder now if his spirit might be near, guiding me along.
Shannon Christie: If he bumps into Mr. McGuire up there, tell him I want my spoons back.
Shannon Christie: Stop right where you are! Don't flutter an eyelid! Or I'll stab ya! I'll stab ya through.
Marisa Coulter: Come with me, Lyra.
Lyra Belacqua: I'm not yours! I'll never be yours.
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