- Nick: You know, I've never been faithful to anyone in my life. I just told Irenka about someone and, uh, she did not take it too well. If there's trouble, I just feel trapped and miserable, and I just wanna' go.
- Michael: If you have to choose between grief and nothing, you'd choose grief.
- Nick: [scoffing] Huh. What's that gotta' do with anything?
- Michael: Just something William Faulkner said.
- Nick: Yeah, well, fuck that. This is me we're talkin' about. I'd choose nothin'. Grief's fucked. It's just depressing when these things end, you know?
- Mr. D'Arc: Mysteries... mysteries going on all the time. Every moment. Right under our noses.
- Mr. D'Arc: Come on, Michael. Sit down. How was the flight?
- Michael: Well...
- Mr. D'Arc: Pretty hairy, I'll bet. Air travel, it's the bane of my life. Do you know the problem with those jets? Once the engine cuts, that's it. Straight down. They're built like rockets. Propeller planes, now, they're built on the principle of the glider. But jets? Bang! End of journey.
- [After the telephone interrupts Michael and Gabriella's foreplay, Michael starts talking to his penis]
- Michael: I don't believe this. Do you believe this?
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