Conversations with Other Women Quotes
Man: Bridesmaids are like matrimonial interns.
Woman: Tell me, how old is umm... Sarah the Dancer.
Man: Oh, she's a... she's a college graduate.
Woman: Her age?
Man: She's a recent college graduate.
Woman: Yeah, like 21.
[Woman walks away. Man follows]
Man: But she's 23 on August the 12th!
Woman: 23 on August the 12th... Well, that's a beautiful age.
Man: Why would you wanna know?
Woman: You know why I wanted to know.
Man: Maybe I do. Say it anyway.
Woman: I wanted to know because I wanted to know. I wanted know if you were flirting with me.
Man: What does Sarah's age have to do with it?
Woman: I am the same age as you, I think, and a man, my age, who prefers 23 on August the 12th might not flirt with someone who is... lets just say 15 years past 23 on August the 12th.
Man: Wish me luck.
Woman: You're just a dirty old pervert.
Man: Yes, I am. But I'm your dirty old pervert.
Man: [in bed, before they are about to have sex] What are you thinking?
Woman: That it's probably a mistake.
Man: You don't have to do this.
Woman: As if the act in itself mattered. [... ] It's technicality. Don't you know what we're already done?
Man: What was your ex-husband like?
Woman: You know perfectly well what he was like.
Man: Mmhmm, refresh my memory.
Man: Honestly I can't remember - the memory starts to go around forty, you know.
Woman: [sigh] He was red. He was kind of yellow - and black, and pink, and orange, and blue.
Man: What the fuck does that...
Woman: Magenta, purple, maybe a bit of maroon...
Man: Hey! What does that mean?
Woman: I don't know! It's what I see when I close my eyes.
Woman: There are no happy endings in our future.
Man: Why did you come, really?
Woman: Do you want me to say I was hoping I'd see you?
Man: Yes - and I want you to mean it.
Woman: You're so romantic...
Man: By romantic, you mean old fashioned?
Woman: No, by romantic, I mean romantic.
Woman: The illusion of effortlessness requires a great effort indeed.
Man: If I told you I still loved you, that I always loved you, that I loved you to distraction, would you leave him?
Man: [on relationships] In my opinion, when it gets too serious, it's over.
Man: Time really can move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway.
Man: You're 38 and you look it.
Woman: Fuck you.
Man: Right. And next year you're 39, and then 40. And after 40 you may as well die.
Man: If the cardiologist is, decides that you are too old and decrepit and ugly to be at all lovable, I am available to tolerate you in your golden years.
Woman: Thank you.