‘Joan, you can’t talk about music! Talkin’ about music is like dancing about architecture.’ So I said, well, alright, FINE, if you’re gonna get all philosophical about it, you could say that about any number of things. Love, for instance. And my friend laughed, and he said ‘Definitely, most definitely, talkin’ about love is like dancing about architecture.’ So I don’t know, he might be right. But it ain’t gonna stop me from trying.
talking about love is like dancing about architecture.
(1) Don’t insult my intelligence
(2) Your intelligence, at the moment,
is in serious doubt
(1) Wow…message received… end of date. (2) I’ll walk you to your car. (1) Oh that’s SO sweet… he never wants to see her again, but he doesn’t want her to be dismembered in the underground parking.
(Paul) Hanna, you’re overwrought. (Hanna) I am perfectly wrought, thank you. In fact, given the circumstances, I’d say I’m even slightly underwrought. (Paul) There’s no such word. (Hanna) There is now!
(Woman)So, you really didn’t sleep with her? (Man)No. (Woman)And you didn’t want to sleep with her? (Man)Oh, good God yes, I did.
1) That’s the ugliest cat I’ve ever seen. 2) She’s an angel. 1) She only has one eye. 2) Yeah, but it’s her good one.
1) What did I ever do to deserve you? 2) Usually that line is screamed at me by someone running out the door, not by someone standing in front of me and staying. It makes for a nice change
1)It’s just that, there’s some things you don’t know about me yet.
2)I don’t know ANYTHING about you!
1)this isn’t what it looks like 2)most things aren’t
1/ Where are you parked?
2/ *The Artist Formally Known as Prince* Level
Roger, don’t be an anger ball
You got too many rules working for ya and wayyyy too many rules working against me
angerball
Blanch can look at you with a gaze of un-flappable superiority that seems to spring from your total detachment and disinterest… not unlike how you’re looking at me now.
Don’t look at me with that tone of voice – Paul to Hannah
Don’t look at me with that tone of voice!
Hannah : And you really didn’t sleep with her?
Paul : No, of course not.
Hannah : And– you didn’t want to sleep with her.
Paul : Oh, God, yes.
i can love again if you can stop drinking.
i have this friend this trumpet player and sometimes i’ll go hear him play and he plays this one song that i love everytime and everytime it sounds different, and after words we’ll go have drinks , when i used to dirnk, and i’ll try to tell him how this song makes me feel says joan dont, talking about love is like dancing about architecture, and i say well, then its kind of like love, and he says definetly talking about love is like dancing about architecture, and i dont know maybe he’s right but that still wont keep me from trying..
I have this friend, a jazz musician, trumpet player. I go and hear him jam every month or so. He plays this piece I love, an old Chet Baker tune. Every time he plays the same notes, and everytime it sounds different. One night we were having drinks, when I used to drink, and I tried telling him how that song made me feel, how his playing made me feel, how the notes made me feel. My friend shook his head and said, Joan, you can’t talk about music. Talking about music is like dancing about archictecture. So I said, alright, well if you’re gonna get all philosophical on me, its just as pointless as talking about a lot of things. Love for instance. My friend laughed and said, You can’t talk about love. Talking about love is like dancing about archictecture. So I don’t know, he might be right. But it ain’t gonna stop me from trying.
I just can’t wait to hear the next words out of your mouth…just looking at you makes me happy.
I wouldn’t be caught dead on the Madonna level
It’s going to be hard not to express physically how i feel about you, but…(with a raised eyebrow) we can look for other ways.
Joan : I feed the fucking thing. I take her to the vet, all you do is pet her twice a day… which is a HELL of a lot more than you’ve been doing to me lately.
Joan : I want to get rid of you as much as I want to get rid of that crap from Ikea.
Joan : No, no, STOP. I’ve waited my entire life for somebody that I cared about to tell me they loved me and if you think you’re getting out of this car now, you’re INSANE.
Joan : The lad doesn’t say much and when he does, he finds just the right words to crush my soul.
Joan : What, is that a rhetorical question? Why is my life so complicated? Gee, I don’t know. Why is your life so fucking simple?
Joan : When was having sex or not having sex not a problem?
Joan, THIS isn’t anything. It hasnt’ been anything and it never will be anything.
Wow. Message recieved.
I’ll walk you to your car.
Ooh that’s sweet. He never wants to see her again, but he doesn’t want her to be dismembered in the underground parking.
Keenan : I can’t stop thinking about you.
Joan : I love conversations that start with the guy saying I can’t stop thinking about you. Mind you I’ve never actually been on the receiving end of any of those conversations…
Keenan : Just looking at you makes me happy.
Joan : I have–I have to sit down.
[almost knocks over the chair sitting down]
Keenan : When we’re together, whether or not I show it, I just can’t wait to hear the next words out of your mouth. But right now I need to ask you to do something for me.
Joan : Anything.
Keenan : Shut up.
Keenan : That’s the ugliest cat I’ve ever seen.
Joan : She’s an angel.
Keenan : She only has one eye.
Joan : Yeah, but it’s her good one.
Keenan : This may sound corny, but… you don’t want me. I’m damaged goods.
Joan : So? We’re all damaged goods.
Keenan : This… isn’t anything. It’s not anything now and it won’t be anything ever.
Joan : WOW. Message received, end of date.
Keenan: And Joan… Joan: Yes? Keenan: In time, I may even learn to love this mangy cat of ours. Joan: She’s got her eye on you! Keenan: And it’s her good one!
keenan: this may sound corny, but… you don’t want me. i’m damaged goods.
joan: so? we’re all damaged goods.
keenan: what did i ever do to deserve you?
joan: usually that line is screamed at me by someone running out the door, not by someone standing in front of me and staying. it makes for a nice change.
Max : I uh… I like your tight body. It looks like it would do what I tell it.
Joan : What?
Max : I said…
Joan : No, I heard what you said. And I’ll admit ‘What?’ was a rather banal, cliché, noncolorful response. What I really meant to say was: ‘Why don’t you do the world a big fat fucking favor and crawl back into your mother’s womb?’
Max : Some girls like you to say things like that to them.
Joan : Some girls like you to take a dump on them. I’m neither one of those girls.
Meredith : I have a hard time trusting men.
Trent : I’m not men. I’m not a group. I’m just me.
Meredith : Wow.
Trent : Yeah I know, the flowers are a little much, but I’m late. But only because I had second thoughts about the flowers and threw them away halfway down the block. Then had third thoughts and went back and got them.
My mind has an endless capacity for useless information.
My parents bought me that car!
No, I heard what you said. And where as I realize that ‘what’ was a rather uncolorful, cliche, banal remark, what I really meant to say was why don’t you do the world a big fat fucking favor and crawl back into your mothers’ whomb.
Paul : Don’t look at me with that tone of voice.
Paul: The wonderful thing about falling in love, is that you learn everything about that person, and so quickly. And if its true love, you begin to see yourself through their eyes, they bring out the best in you. Its almost as if you are falling in love with yourself.
Paul: What are you thinking? Hannah: Hot liquid and facial burns!
She’s got her eye on you (refering to a cat)
Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.
Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.
Talking about music is like dancing about architecture. Talking about love is definately like that.
The lad doesn’t say much, and he when does he finds just the right words to crush my soul. Of course I’m crazy about him.
the problem i have with you, is that i’m attraceted to you
The wonderful thing about falling in love is that you learn everything about that person… and so quickly. And if it’s true love you start to see yourself through their eyes. It brings out the best in you… it’s almost as if you were falling in love with yourself.
Theatre Judge: if one more person saunters in here and presents native boys ate my cousin sebastian speech from suddenly last summer i am going to puke
Joan: teacher didnt lose his lunch… i did..
there are some things you don’t know about me/I don’t know ANYTHING about you
Three olives not two… nutritional value.
three olives not two….nutritional value.
Trent : You know I’m not just asking you to dinner as a pre-emptive strike against litigation. I’m asking because…
Meredith : I’ll have dinner with you.
Trent : What changed your mind?
Meredith : Anyone who can say ‘preemptive strike against litigation’ with a straight face deserves a dinner companion.
Well.. gee… I don’t have a witty come back for that one
Why don’t you do the world a fat-fucking-favor and crawl back to your mother’s room?
You are the tenant of my heart, Often times behind in the rent, But impossible to evict.
you have a hell of an imagination!
[On the Phone]
Joan : What, is that a rhetorical question? Why is my life so complicated? Gee, I don’t know. Why is your life so fucking simple?
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