Eric Mathis: Alex, will you come in, please? I wish to talk to you.

Devlin: [bitterly, to Alicia] Dry your eyes, baby; it's out of character.

Devlin: A man doesn't tell a woman what to do. She tells herself.

Devlin: I can't help recalling some of your remarks about being a new woman. Daisies and buttercups, wasn't it?
Alicia: You idiot! What are you sore about, you knew very well what I was doing!
Devlin: Did I?
Alicia: You could have stopped me with one word, but no, you wouldn't. You threw me at him!
Devlin: I threw you at nobody.
Alicia: Didn't you tell me what I had?
Devlin: A man doesn't tell a woman what to do; she tells herself. You almost had me believing in that little hokey-pokey miracle of yours, that a woman like you could change her spots.
Alicia: Oh, you're rotten.
Devlin: That's why I didn't try to stop you. The answer had to come from you.
Alicia: I see. Some kind of love test.
Devlin: That's right.

Devlin: You don't look so hot. Sick?
Alicia: [lies defiantly] No. Hangover.
Devlin: That's news. Back to bottle again, huh?
Alicia: It sort of... lightens my chores.

Alicia: Do you love me, Commodore?
Commodore: You're a very beautiful woman.
Alicia: I'll have another drink to appreciate that.

Alicia: Don't ever leave me.
Devlin: You'll never get rid of me again.
Alicia: Never tried to.

Alicia: If you had only once said that you loved me.

Alicia: Look, I'll make it easy for you. The time has come when you must tell me you have a wife and two adorable children... and this madness between us can't go on any longer.
Devlin: Bet you've heard that line often enough.
Alicia: [hurt] Right below the belt every time. That isn't fair, Dev.

Alicia: Say it again, it keeps me awake.
Devlin: I love you.