Also...

Drew: Hey Wes, do you think you'll still be going out when I'm old enough to drink?
Wes: [pause] Does a bear shit in the woods?

Rod: Is hooni-juana really illegal?

Me: I just don't know what he wants from me!
Miranda: Well... have you asked him?

K: It's The New Yorker... it's existential.

Matt: I think you just need to molest him. Get it over with.

So you like me, huh? - Broken English

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and this never leaves my thoughts:

I would know that
before this life closes,
a soulmate to share my roses -
I would make a spell
with long grey beard hairs
and powdered rosemary and rue,
with the jacket of a tux
for a tall man
with broad shoulders,
who loves to dance;
with one blue contact lens
for his bluest eyes;
with honey in a jar
for his love of me;
with salt in a dish
for his love of sex and skin;
with crushed rose petals
for out bed;
with tubes of cerulean blue
and vermilion and rose madder
for his artist's eye;
with a dented Land Rover fender
for his love of travel;
with a poem by Blake
for his love of innocence
revealed by experience;
with soft rain
and a bare head;
with hand-in-hand dreams on Mondays
and the land of fuck
on Sundays;
with mangoes, papayas
and limes,
and a house towering
above the sea.
- Erica Jong