Debbie: Let's not get corny, please.
Danny: I love you.
Debbie: I'm going home.
Danny: Deb, wait!
Debbie: Just get away from me or I'm gonna call the cops!
Danny: I love you!
Debbie: Five months together and you couldn't say it. So just knock it off!
Danny: I said it! I did say it!
Debbie: Once! Once, but you didn't even mean it!
Danny: I did mean it! I love you!
Debbie: It'll pass.
Danny: No it won't. I miss you. I miss what we had.
Debbie: We had nothing.
Danny: That's not true. It was the best.
Debbie: We had nothing. We had good sex.
Danny: Don't say that. I love you.
Debbie: Bullshit. You don't know what love is. You've gotten everything you've always wanted, and now you feel sorry for yourself because there's something you want and you can't have it. But you had it. I gave you love. But you asked me to leave and I left.
Danny: Please, let's just talk about it. Can't we get a cup of coffee?
Debbie: Dan, it's taken me a long time to get over this. And it was so hard, but I did it.
Danny: Please? Please?
Debbie: Dan, get on with your life. It's over.
Mother: Last call was a half an hour ago.
Joan: Give me a gin and tonic or I will kill you.
Mother: Just one.
Joan: And you are a psychopathic, schizophrenic, maladjusted social misfit who is clearly in the middle of a very deep homosexual panic.
Bernie: Yeah, right. So, you wanna dance or what?
Danny: You did not.
Bernie: That's great. That's really great. I tell you I'm a theif and you call me a liar.