Shadow Henderson: You know, uh, I know you love Bleek and that’s beautiful, I mean, black people in love. I’d be the last person to come between you and him. But at some point you have to let this love shit go, and you have to think about respect. If he doesn’t respect you, then you don’t need him.
Nina: I love you.
Jamie: I love you.
Nina: I really love you.
Jamie: I really, truly love you.
Nina: I really, truly, madly love you.
Jamie: I really, truly, madly, deeply love you.
Nina: I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately love you.
Jamie: I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably love you.
Nina: I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably, umm. . .deliciously love you.
Jamie: I really, truly, madly, passionately, remarkably, deliciously. . .juicily love you.
Nina: Deeply! Deeply! You passed on deeply, which was your word, which means you couldn’t have meant it! So you’re a fraud, that’s it! You’re probably a figment of my imagination. . .Juicily?
Dorian Corey: I always had hopes of being a big star. And then I looked–as you get older, you aim a little lower. And I just say, “Well, yeah, you still might make an impression.” Everybody wants to leave something behind them, some impression, some mark upon the world. Then you think, you’ve left a mark on the world if you just get through it, and a few people remember your name. Then you’ve left a mark. You don’t have to bend the whole world. I think it’s better to just enjoy it. Pay your dues, and enjoy it. If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high, hooray for you.
Lottie: You wanna know my first impression of you?
Lottie: That you’re an unhappy, tight-ass, reactionary, who’ll spend the rest of his life spitting into the wind.
Stan: Well, I’m happy.
Lottie: Okay then, a happy, tight-ass, reactionary, who’ll spend the rest of his life spitting into the wind.
Stan: Hmm. But, do you like me?
Marcia Sindell: Paul, since you brought her up,. . .I have to ask you this or I’ll be drummed out of the agents’ union. How would you feel about a non-fiction book, about what went on in that house?
Paul Sheldon: Gee, Marcia, if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were suggesting I dredge up the worst horror of my life just so we can make a few bucks.
Marcia Sindell: I thought you were over it.
Paul Sheldon: I don’t know if anyone could totally get over something like that. It’s weird. Even though I know she’s dead, I still think about her once in a while.
Waitress: Excuse me. I don’t mean to bother you, but are you Paul Sheldon?
Paul Sheldon: Yes.
Waitress: I just wanna tell you, I’m your number one fan.
Paul Sheldon: That’s very sweet of you.