[Harris is trying to convince Sara not to go back to England]
Harris: There comes a time in a person's life when it's now or never. It's now or never. Let me read to you from this book of poems: "O pointy birds, o pointy pointy. Anoint..."
[Sara slams window shut]
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Sharon: Whatever you do, don't get dumped in L.A. I mean, it's not like New York, where you can meet someone walking down the street. In L.A. you practically have to hit someone with your car. In fact, I know girls who speed just to meet cops.
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Crook: Hi. My name is Bob. I'll be your robber.
Harris: [hands him the money] Hi, how are you?
Crook: Thank you very much.
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[repeated line]
Sara: Let your mind go and your body will follow.
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Guy with neck-support: I'll have a decaf coffee.
Trudi: I'll have a decaf espresso.
Movie critic: I'll have a double decaf cappuccino.
Policeman: Give me decaffeinated coffee ice cream.
Harris: I'll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon.
Trudi: I'll have a twist of lemon.
Guy with neck-support: I'll have a twist of lemon.
Movie critic: I'll have a twist of lemon.
Cynthia: I'll have a twist of lemon.
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Harris: Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment when love begins but we always know when it ends?
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[Trudi admits to Harris that she has been cheating on him]
Harris: How long has this been going on?
Trudi: Three years.
Harris: Three years? You mean this has been going on since the '80s?
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Harris: Here, let me not drive for a while.
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Harris: I call it performance art, but my friend Ariel calls it wasting time. History will decide.
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Frank Swan: What do you do for a living, Rollie?
Roland: I deal in English paintings.
Frank Swan: Abstract or realistic?
Roland: Depends on which way you look at them, I suppose.
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Trudi: He said it's the first day of spring.
Harris: Oh shit! Open season on the L.A. freeway!
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Trudi: Do bullets go bad?
Harris: No, it's not like milk. They don't have expiration date or anything.
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Trudi: Isn't that girl Sara awful? I mean, what's with that accent?
Harris: She has an accent because she's English.
Trudi: Or maybe she's just trying to impress everybody.
Harris: Oh, like that big phony, Winston Churchill.
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Harris: When I really analyze it, Trudi wasn't for me anyway. The only good times we had were having sex and laying in bed watching TV.
Ariel: I hate to tell you this, Harris, but if you can find somebody you can have sex with and lie in bed and watch TV, you've really got something.
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Harris: Sitting there at that moment I thought of something else Shakespeare said. He said, "Hey... life is pretty stupid; with lots of hubbub to keep you busy, but really not amounting to much." Of course I'm paraphrasing: "Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
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Harris: Ordinarily, I don't like to be around interesting people because it means I have to be interesting too.
Sara: Are you saying I'm interesting?
Harris: All I'm saying is that, when I'm around you, I find myself showing off, which is the idiot's version of being interesting.
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Harris: You're on time.
Sara: Actually I'm late.
Harris: You're exactly on time.
Sara: But I had planned to be early.
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[Explaining itself, quoting Shakespeare's "Hamlet"]
The Signboard: There are more things in heaven and earth, Harry, than are dreamt of N your philosophy.
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Roland: Sara just got off a plane from London.
Trudi: Oh, you must be exhausted.
Sara: Yes, I'm shattered, but it's nothing that some sleep and a good fuck wouldn't cure, as my sister used to say. Ha ha ha.
[Everyone stares]
Roland: You'll have to forgive Sara.
Sara: Oh, it was just... it was just a figure of speech. I've been on a plane for twelve hours next to a crying baby.
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Harris: I don't think we should make love, all right?
SanDeE*: Okay, we'll just have sex.
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Harris: [to SanDeE*] Well, thank you for a lovely lunch and enema.
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SanDeE*: I'm studying to be a spokesmodel.
Harris: What is, what is a spokesmodel?
SanDeE*: Um, it's just a model who speaks, you know, and she points at things like merchandise, you know, like a car or washer and dryer. Sometimes it's something really small, you know, like, like a book or fine art print.
Harris: They have classes for that?
SanDeE*: Yeah, 'cause it's a lot harder than it looks.
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Harris: SanDeE*, your... your breasts feel weird.
SanDeE*: Oh, that's 'cause they're real.
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[Harris kisses Sara. ]
Sara: Oh no, I can't. This is how Mommy met Daddy.
Harris: Let your mind go and your body will follow.
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[Trudi is loading a gun]
Harris: Don't point it at me!
Trudi: Sorry, I don't know gun etiquette.
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[as they walk to the restaurant, a loud clanging sound is heard]
Harris: What's that clanging sound?
Roland: It's a nuisance. It's my damn testicles.
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[after they get enemas together]
SanDeE*: So, what do you think?
Harris: I think it was a total washout.
SanDeE*: God, it really clears out your head.
Harris: Head? Head? You should go back in there and tell them they're doing it wrong. Well, it was a great lunch and enema, thanks.
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[whilst showing Sara around LA]
Harris: Some of these buildings are over 20 years old.
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Harris: A sign spoke to me, said I was in trouble.
Trudi: If you're talking to signs, you are in trouble.
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[Harris overhears an amorous couple in the next room]
Harris: They're really excited. They must be cheating on someone.
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Harris: Forget for this moment the smog and the cars and the restaurant and the skating and remember only this. A kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true.
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Harris: So there I was jabbering at her about my new job as a serious newsman - about anything at all - but all I could think was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful and yet again, wonderful.
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Harris: There's someone out there for everyone - even if you need a pickaxe, a compass, and night goggles to find them.
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Harris: I'm not kissing anyone hello anymore.
Trudi: Well just shake hands with them.
Harris: Are you kidding? I just wash my hands and I shake hands with some guy that feels like he's been squashing caterpillars.
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Maitre D: You think that you can have the duck with a financial statement like this?
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Harris: If confusion about your love life is ruining your day, I think it's good to go over to your best friend's house and ruin her day too.
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Harris: Let us just say I was deeply unhappy, but I didn't know it because I was so happy all the time.
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Sara: Why didn't you tell me you had just broke up with someone?
Harris: How do you know I just broke up with someone?
Sara: Because when men just break up with someone, they always run around with someone much too young for them.
Harris: She's not so young. She'll be 27 in four years.
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Sara: What did you have in mind?
Harris: Well, I was thinking of taking you on a cultural tour of L.A.
Sara: That's the first ten minutes, then what?
Harris: All right, a cynic. First stop is six blocks from here.
Sara: Why don't we walk?
Harris: Walk? A walk in L.A.?
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Harris: [Sara dodges cars while driving on the left] Right side... right side! Get on the right side!
Sara: I don't think he can hear you.
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Harris: Hello, this is Harris. I'm in right now, so you can talk to me personally. Please start talking at the sound of the beep.
[BEEP]
Sara: Hello?
Harris: Hello.
Sara: Hello?
Harris: Hello.
Sara: Is this a person?
Harris: Yes, it is a person.
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Harris: [calling the restaurant] Hello, L'Idiot? Yes, I'd like to make reservations for two for Friday. Saturday? Sunday? Ah good. Eight-thirty. Five-thirty or ten-thirty? Um, five-thirty. Visa... I'm a weatherman... yes, I'm on TV! Renting... I just sold a condo... yes, in this "soft market"... well, I don't see how that's any of your... the low fifties.
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Harris: [after seeing tiny dinner at L'Idiot's] I'm already finished and I don't remember eating.
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Harris: But then I'd just be using you to get back at her!
SanDeE*: I don't mind.
Harris: Let's go!
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Harris: So, I'll see you Sunday?
Trudi: I got a shower Sunday.
Harris: Oh yeah, and I really should take a bath... Monday?
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Sara: And if I were to go?
Harris: All I know is, on the day your plane was to leave, if I had the power, I would turn the winds around, I would roll in the fog, I would bring in storms, I would change the polarity of the earth so compasses couldn't work, so your plane couldn't take off.
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[Admiring a painting]
Harris: I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he's *holding* her... it's almost... filthy. I mean, he's about to kiss her and she's pulling away. The way the leg's sort of smashed up against her... Phew... Look how he's painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it's sort of touching him about here. It's really... pretty torrid, don't you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they're all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally... erect.
[the painting is revealed to be of a red rectangle]
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Harris: We've got sun, earth, and atmosphere, and when you've got that, you've got weather!
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[Sara McDowel asks Harris when the right time for low, sustained, booming noises were in L.A. We later find out she plays tuba]
Harris: Ah - low, sustained, booming noises. Nine, nine-fifteen.
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Trudi: Sheila has been studying the art of conversation.
Harris: Oh, you're taking a course in conversation?
Sheila: Yes.
[Long pause]
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Harris: I could never be a woman, 'cause I'd just stay home and play with my breasts all day.
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Harris: I've been thinking about myself and I think I can become the kind of person that's worth you staying for. First of all, I'm a man who can cry. Now it's true, it's usually when I've hurt myself, but it's a start.
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Trudi: One of the first things I always teach my clients is about the point system. You should never have more than seven things on. You know, like your earrings count for two points, those daisies count for three points. But the best thing to do is, right before you go out, look in the mirror and turn around real fast, and the first thing that catches your eye, get rid of it. I mean, I had this thing in my hair before I left, remember? And I pulled it right out, 'cause as soon as I turned, gone! Marilyn Monroe did that.
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Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: Your usual table, Mr. Christopher?
Carlo Christopher: No, I'd like a good one this time.
Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: I'm sorry, that is impossible.
Carlo Christopher: Part of the new cruelty?
Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: I'm afraid so.
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Harris: Well, maybe you think it's intellectual because you were raised with a banana and an inner tube... This is an intellectual-free zone.
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Roland: That's the difference between England and America. The English maintain civil relationships with their ex's. Americans sue them.
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[Harris' girlfriend slept with his agent]
Harris: And I thought they were only supposed to take 10 percent.
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Sara: I keep thinking I'm a grown up, but I'm not.
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Sara: Roland thinks L.A. is a place for the brain-dead. He says, if you turned off the sprinklers, it would turn into a desert. But I think - I don't know, it's not what I expected. It's a place where they've taken a desert and turned it into their dreams. I've seen a lot of L.A. and I think it's also a place of secrets: secret houses, secret lives, secret pleasures. And no one is looking to the outside for verification that what they're doing is all right. So what do you say, Roland?
Roland: I still say it's a place for the brain-dead.
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Harris: You know, you're really nobody in L.A. unless you live in a house with a really big door.
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