Pat: Let me think how to put this. Motherhood doesn’t turn out to be a reason.
Eve: For what?
Pat: What I mean is, I’m not one of those women who needed to be a mother. When I was growing up, all the girls wanted to be, so I thought I did too. But it didn’t take. Just being honest.
Eve: Well. . .Thank you.
Annie: Now those were the days when people KNEW how to be in love.
Becky: You’re a basket case.
Annie: They knew it! Time, distance. . .nothing could separate them because they knew. It was right. It was real. It was perf–
Becky: A movie! That’s your problem! You don’t want to be in love. You want to be in love in a movie.
Michael Green: My wife is an alcoholic. Best person I ever met. She has 600 different smiles. They can light up your life. They can make you laugh out loud, just like that. They can even make you cry, just like that. That’s just with her smiles. You’d have to see her with her kids. You’d have to see how they look at her, when she’s not looking. To think of all the things she lives through, and I couldn’t help her.
Alice Green: Maybe helping wasn’t your job.
Michael Green: Well, it wasn’t. See I love her. And I tried everything, except really listening, really listening, and that’s how I left her alone. I was so ashamed of that, and I couldn’t even tell her. Maybe if I tell her she’d love me anyway.
Alice Green: Or more. She would have loved you even more. I think you should tell all this stuff to your wife.
Leopold: That thing is a damned hazard!
Kate: It’s just a toaster!
Leopold: Well, insertion of bread into that so-called toaster produces no toast at all, merely warm bread! Inserting the bread twice produces charcoal. So, clearly, to make proper toast it requires one and a half insertions, which is something for which the apparatus doesn’t begin to allow! One assumes that when the General of Electric built it, he might have tried using it. One assumes the General might take pride in his creations instead of just foisting them on an unsuspecting public.
Kate: You know something? Nobody gives a rat’s ass that you have to push the toast down twice. You know why? Because everybody pushes their toast down twice!
Leopold: Not where I come from.
Kate: Oh, because where you come from, toast is the result of reflection and study!
Leopold: Ah yes, you mock me. But perhaps one day when you’ve awoken from a pleasant slumber to the scent of a warm brioche smothered in marmalade and fresh creamery butter, you’ll understand that life is not solely composed of tasks, but tastes.
Kate: Say that again.
Leopold: Pardon me?