- Did you like the play? - I felt like I was hit with a tranquilizer dart.

"that the glitterati are migrating to Brooklyn to see him act."

After you dropped trou, all I could think was...

I scammed you a cupcake. It's chocolate. I had to fight for it.

Shit, motherfucker fuck shit.

- Did you at least like my monologue? - What monologue?

The promotion of this thing is all out of whack.

Had an ass like two scoops of butter pecan ice cream.

"Mix batter in a large bowl."

Stand in an empty theater talking some harvest-to-harvest bullshit?

Ex-publisher. I just got the boot. Hence the gin.

- Yeah. - I am not a fair-weather Jew.

Yep, here.

renamed and repackage by some clever P.R. Woman.

I'm starving. What looks good?

He grunt. End of discussion.

- I like being around him. - Then tell him that, I beg of you.

As women's roles evolve and change, we assume that men's do as well.

And he isn't threaten by you offering to help?

I swear to God, I will do anything, I'll do whatever it takes.

rename and repackaged by some clever P.R. Woman.

I scam you a cupcake. It's chocolate. I had to fight for it.

I bump into Courtney a few days ago.

It remind me of you.

You always smell like the rain.

Charlotte sat in the theater surround by couples...

Shortsighted A-holes. You tell him to get the phone book out...

and in one, clear, crystallized moment...

No, I'm just preoccupied.

Two, I'm a little hammered.

- Yeah, I thought you were excited. - I was terrified.

It's depressing.