- Fletcher McBracken: Lemme ask you a question, Phil - and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. D'you think that every last thread of intelligent life has chosen to huddle in either New York or LA? Or do you really believe that-that this soulless sinkhole has anything to do with real life humanity - namely integrity, compassion, dignity? Y'know what, don't answer that, Phil. Just lemme just give you some advice. Next time you're driving through Texas, you better stay clear of all the trailer parks. And if you *are* driving through Texas, why don't you do it fast - real, *real* fast.
- Fletcher McBracken: I have this terribly archaic notion that art should be about beauty... and passion... and, well, redefining an imperfect world in a perfect way.
- Rosalyn Willoughby: There are two things I always wanted to believe in but didn't dare. One is that there was one man, somewhere, who was made just for me. The other is that I just might deserve him.
- Fletcher McBracken: Are you gonna make me stand with my back against the wall, blindfolded, with a cigarette in my mouth?
- Rosalyn Willoughby: Only if you beg.
- Fletcher McBracken: [stammering] Will you *please* make me stand against the wall, with my back to the wall, with the blindfold on, and a cigarette around my mouth?
- Ida, Fletcher's Grand Mother: I know. It's more of a curse than a blessing.
- Rosalyn Willoughby: What?
- Ida, Fletcher's Grand Mother: Being smart and what people call beautiful. I'm not bragging, but in my day I was considered quite a catch. I don't think I ever met a man I felt could outsmart me - out-think me. How those silly creatures did bore me. Oh, it does cause quite a fuss, that combination: smart and beautiful. But it's mostly in your own gut. See, the problem is, you stop believing that he *could* be out there waiting for you.
- Rosalyn Willoughby: Who?
- Ida, Fletcher's Grand Mother: Your true love.
- Rosalyn Willoughby: Believing doesn't make it true. And believing in me doesn't make me worth believing in.