Freddie: So, how is she?
Allen: How is she? She’s a. . .she’s a mermaid. I don’t understand. All my life I’ve been waiting for someone and when I find her, she’s a fish.
Freddie: Nobody said love’s perfect!
Allen: Oh, Freddie, I don’t expect it to be perfect, but for God’s sake, it’s usually human! Every day people meet and they fall in love. Look what I got.
Freddie: Look what you got. Yeah, let’s look at what you got. Let’s take a good look at what you got. People fall in love every day, huh? Is that what you said?
Freddie: Yeah? That’s a crock! It doesn’t work that way. Do you realize how happy you were with her? That is, when you weren’t driving yourself crazy. Every day? Come on. Some people will never be that happy! I’ll never be that happy. What am I talking to you for? You don’t know nothing.
Lenny Cantrow: I don’t mind saying, this is one of the finest meals that I’ve ever had.
Mrs. Corcoran: Oh, thank you Leonard. It’s simple, you know. Mr. Corcoran doesn’t really care for fancy food. Though, I imagine you’ve tried just about every exotic dish in New York.
Lenny Cantrow: Exactly. See, that’s the trouble, it’s exotic, but it’s not honest. I mean, it’s fancy, but it’s not real. I mean, this is honest food. There’s no lying in that beef. There’s no insincerity in those potatoes. There’s no deceit in the cauliflower. This is a totally honest meal. You don’t know what a pleasure it in this day and age to sit down and eat a meal you can believe in.