So, Mi-chelle! What are you up to?
Oh, okay. Um, I invented Post-Its.
No offense, Michele, but how in the world did *you* think of Post-Its?
[looks across the room at Romy talking to Billy Christianson]
And I thought of them completely by myself. I mean, all Michele did was say: ”What about making them yellow?”
[turns to the A Group]
Actually I invented a special kind of glue.
Oh really? Well then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind giving us a detailed account of exactly how you concocted this miracle glue, would you?
No. Um, well, ordinarily when you make glue first you need to thermoset your resin and then after it cools you have to mix in an epoxide, which is really just a fancy-schmancy name for any simple oxygenated adhesive, right? And then I thought maybe, just maybe, you could raise the viscosity by adding a complex glucose derivative during the emulsification process and it turns out I was right.
I really don’t understand why anybody will work for you. When… when you’re so awful and stupid and not nice.
I pay him good money.
[when finding the therapist dead on the floor, having choked to death on a champagne bottle cork]
He’s drunk himself to death quite quickly, he has. Well, at least he won’t have to have any hangover tomorrow.
[singing on her guitar]
Forgiveness, is more than saying sorry. To forgive is divine. So let’s have a glass of wine. And have make-up sex until the end of time, time, time, time, timmmmmmeee! Time.
What do you want?
Well, it’s, uh, 3 in the morning, I want what every man wants.
I think you’re really beautiful and I feel really warm when I’m around you and my tongue swells up.
So… do you wanna eat food?
You never see the hard days in a photo album, but those are the ones that get you from one happy snap shot to the next.
That’s why I don’t have no partner, that’s one thing I learned from my daddy.
Your father was a policeman?
Fifteen years LAPD.
My daddy also a policeman.
Your daddy was a cop?
Not a cop, an officer, a legend all over Hong Kong.
My daddy a legend too all over America. My daddy once arrested fifteen people in one night by himself.
My daddy arrested 25 by himself.
…My daddy once saved five crackheads from a burnin’ building, by himself.
My daddy once caught a bullet with his bare hand.
My daddy’ll kick your daddy’s ass all the way from here to China, Japan, wherever the hell you from and all up that Great Wall too.
Hey, don’t talk about my father.
Don’t talk about my daddy.