If you're single, then I'm single?" What's that supposed to be? Lyrics to a pop song?

Darling, when things go wrong in life, you lift your chin, put on a ravishing smile, mix yourself a little cocktail.

I'll show Luke I can fit into the city. I'll show him I can be a true New Yorker. I'll go the gym, and then I'll eat a bagel, and I'll ... shoot someone, maybe? Or maybe just the gym will be enough.

It's a GIRL. It's a little girl, with scrunched-up petal lips and a tuft of dark hair and hands in tiny fits, up by her ears. All that time, that's who was in there. And it's weird, but the minute I saw her I just thought: IT'S YOU. Of course it is.

I'm lying. I don't just need someone like you. I need you.

If you can't be honest with your friends and colleagues and loved ones, then what is life all about?

"This is me, remember!" retorts Suze. "I know what you're like! You used to throw all your bank statements into the trash and hope a complete stranger would pay off your bills!" This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.