Linda Gilman:
Paula, darling? Would you be a dear, sweet girl and hand me my notes from that drawer? I have the distinct feeling that if I lean over any further my left eye will fall out.
Linda Gilman:
You're being charming, reasonable and very boyish. Unless you've changed, that means you're about to drink someone's blood. Probably mine.
Carey Jackson:
[looking around the office] Pretty 'luxe.
Carleton Towne: Ought to be, it's real leather.
Carey Jackson: Must be like living in a wallet.
Carleton Towne: Ought to be, it's real leather.
Carey Jackson: Must be like living in a wallet.
Carey Jackson:
Even when I was making love to you, I had the feeling that you were wondering what time it was.
Carey Jackson:
You don't mean to tell me that you think you an do something with this funeral parlor?
Linda Gilman: Wait, you'd be surprised. Why the sour darling smirk?
Linda Gilman: Wait, you'd be surprised. Why the sour darling smirk?