I know who you are. I love you. I love everything about you that hurts.

Don't say it! Don't you fucking say I'm too good for you. I am, but don't say it.

[speaking to Anna] You'd be my whore. And in return I will pay you with your liberty.

Dan, I lied to you. I really did fuck Alice. I'm sorry I had to tell you, but I'm just not big enough to forgive you, Buster.

You've ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood!

You don't know the first thing about love, because you don't understand compromise.

That's the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag.

You writer! You liar!

Anna: I haven't even seen you for a year.
Dan: Yes you have...
Anna: Only because you've stalk me outside my studio.
Dan: I never stalk, I lurk. and when I'm not there, you look for me.
Anna: How do you know if you are not there?
Dan: Because I am there, lurking from a distance.

Dan: Didn't fancy my sandwiches?
Alice: Don't eat fish.
Dan: Why not?
Alice: Fish piss in the sea.
Dan: So do children.
Alice: I don't eat children either.

Dan: What were you doing in New York?

Alice: You know...
Dan: Well no, I don't. What, were you studying?
Alice: Stripping. Look at your little eyes...
Dan: I can't see my little eyes.

Dan: At six, we stand round the computer and read the next day's page, make final changes, put in a few euphemisms to amuse ourselves...
Alice: Such as?
Dan: He was a convivial fellow-meaning he was an alcoholic. He valued his privacy-gay. He enjoyed his privacy-raging queen.
Alice: What would my euphemism be?
Dan: She was... disarming.
Alice: That's not a euphemism.
Dan: Yes, it is.

Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice.
Alice: Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a moment, I can do this, I can give in to this, or I can resist it, and I don't know when your moment was, but I bet there was one.

Dan: I want Anna back.
Larry: She's made her choice.
Dan: I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her. My intention was not to make you suffer.
Larry: So where's the apology, ya cunt.
Dan: I apologize. If you love her you'll let her go so she can be happy.
Larry: She doesn't want to be happy.
Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.

Alice: I'm not a whore.
Larry: I wouldn't pay.

Larry: So Anna tells me your bloke wrote a book. Any good?
Alice: Of course.
Larry: It's about you, isn't it?
Alice: Some of me.
Larry: Oh? What did he leave out?
Alice: The truth.

Anna: Why is the sex so important?
Larry: Because I'm a fucking caveman!

Dan: You've ruined my life.
Anna: You'll get over it.

Alice: I hate you.
Dan: I'm sorry.
Alice: Irrelevant!

Larry: Tell me your name. [throws down a note]
Alice: Thank you. My name is Jane.
Larry: No, not that, your real name. [throws down another note]
Alice: Thank you. My name is Jane.
Larry: Your real name! Tell me your real name! I know your name is Alice! [throws down the rest of his money]
Alice: Thank you. My real name is plain Jane Jones.

Alice: Fuck me.
Dan: Again? We have to get up at 6.
'Alice: How can one man be so endlessly disappointing?
Dan: That's my charm.

Larry: Anna? I got the coat. The white coat.
Anna: So I see.
Larry: I´m Larry, the doctor.
Anna: Hello, Dr. Larry.
Larry: Feel free to call me "The Sultan".

Alice: Why do you love her? Is it because she is successful?
Dan: No, it´s because she doesn't need me!

Dan: When I get back, please tell me the truth.
Alice: Why?
Dan: Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it, we're animals. Trust me.

Dan: I don't wanna hurt you.
Alice: So why are you?