Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him.)

Men who think that a woman's past love affairs lessen her love for them are usually stupid and weak.

Don't let your fear of failing triumph over the joy of participating.

I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.

I like to feel blonde all over.

Always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie?

A woman can't be alone. She needs a man. A man and a woman support and strengthen each other. She just can't do it by herself.