Ondine: I don’t want to see anyone.
Syracuse: Will I just disappear then?
Ondine: I don’t mind seeing you.
Syracuse: “You don’t mind seeing me.” That’s nice.
Ondine: Say again?
Syracuse: Most people do.
Ondine: Well, I don’t.
Syracuse: Why not?
Ondine: Because. . .you fished me from the water.
Beckett’s Mother: Beckett, what is that?
Beckett: That’s a fern.
Beckett’s Mother: That’s right. This is a fern. What’s that?
Beckett: That’s a cactus.
Beckett’s Mother: That’s a cactus. That’s right, and what is the plural of cactus?
Beckett’s Mother: That’s right! What is that?
Beckett’s Mother: That’s right! That’s a baby. This lady is about to have a baby. Any day now.
Verona De Tessant: Or in three months. Thank you.
Beckett’s Mother: Beckett, tell the nice lady what you know about babies. Go on, tell the nice people. . .Beckett! You’re being rude.
Beckett: Babies like to breathe, and they’re good at hiding it. I put a pillow over a baby. I thought she wasn’t breathing, but she was. She was sneaky, but I’ll try again.
Doug: You know, it takes a lot of nerve to spend a beautiful evening with someone and then never call them again.
Peter: Doug, I can explain.
Doug: I just wish I could take back that kiss.
Doug: Because I felt something that I haven’t felt in years, and now I know it was the taste of betrayal.
Peter: It wasn’t the taste of betrayal!
Doug: It was the taste of betrayal.
Peter: No, it really wasn’t.
Doug: It was the taste of betrayal, you fucking whore.
Doug: Good day.
Quentin: So. . .expelled?
‘Young’ Carl: That’s right.
Quentin: What for?
‘Young’ Carl: I suppose smoking was the clincher.
Quentin: Drugs or cigarettes?
‘Young’ Carl: Well, both.
Quentin: Well done! Proud of you. So your mum sent you here in the hope that a little bracing sea air would sort you out?
‘Young’ Carl: Something like that.
Quentin: Spectacular mistake.
San Francisco Manager: So, what happened?
Natalie Keener: How exactly do you mean?
San Francisco Manager: You graduated top of your class. You could have had your pick of employment, including right here. Instead, you went to Omaha to. . .fire people for a living?
Natalie Keener: Challenging work.
San Francisco Manager: I’ll say. I couldn’t imagine doing that day in and day out. Not in this climate.
Natalie Keener: I. . .followed a boy.
San Francisco Manager: I guess we’ve all done that at some point in our lives.
Staff Sgt. William James: You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your mommy, your daddy, your nature pajamas. You love everything, don’t you? [beat] Yeah. But you know what, buddy? As you get older, some of the things that you love might not seem so special anymore, you know. Like your jack-in-the-box. Maybe you realize it’s just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal. But the older you get, the fewer things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it’s only one or two things. [beat] With me I think it’s one.