That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.

There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.