Ellis Moonsong: Well, for anybody with any imagination. You know, life is manageable enough if you keep your hopes modest. The minute you allow yourself sweet dreams you run the risk of them crashing down.
Hobie: What? What's going on? Wait, all? we used to make love all the time and now, there's always an excuse.
Susan: I told you, I'm going through an emotionally difficult time creatively.
Hobie: You feel like we don't communicate anymore?
Susan: Of course we communicate. Now can we not talk about it anymore?
Hobie: I think it'd be only fair to tell you. I'm a Liberal.
Stacey: Oh. Are you talking politically, or in the bedroom?
Hobie: I was talking politically. In the bedroom I'm a left-wing Liberal.
Walt Wagner: Maybe you should go back to your shrink... Discuss it.
Hobie: He just recommended Prozac. I think he has stock in the company, honestly.
Hobie: Tiddly winks. And an occasional anxiety attack.
Sy: [Last Lines] Let's drink to good times. Comic or tragic, the most important thing to do is to enjoy life while you can, because we only go round once, and when it's over, it's over. And, perfect cardiogram or not, when you least expect it, it could end like that.
Melinda: Uh I've been having a bad time so I just took some sleeping pills.
Ellis Moonsong: Not any more. I'm on a break. A mysterious stranger has, uh, temporarily taken over, and I must say she plays beautifully. Hey, are your eyes misting over?
Melinda: The song... it's meaningful to me. It was playing the night I met someone.
Ellis Moonsong: So, are they tears of sorrow or tears of joy?