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.

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.

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.

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.

Hello, stranger.

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off... but it's better if you do

It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.

No one will love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?

I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.

I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.

Yes, I would have loved you... forever. Now, please go.

I'm a waif.

I'm your stranger, jump!