Louies Rival

What's her name? What time do you want me there? 8:00.

I could have got you to come in the cage if I'd have said her name, yeah.

You're not pouring your guts out to me. You're telling me that you're not getting enough action. Insatiable lust doesn't make you sympathetic.

Zena sees something in me that no other woman ever saw... That no other person ever saw... That isn't there.

You mean, like, uh, if the house looks clean I could say, 'Hey, the place looks great.' Sure. That was my idea. I thought of the words. You just said, 'talk.' I got the golden key here.

Gee, the place looks immaculate.

Trying to romance you is like trying to blow your nose without a handkerchief.

87 bucks for a French meal you don't want to eat, they don't want me to take home. I got to go out and find my own bags at 8:00 at night.

Boy, this place looks immaculate.

I know what'll take the tension out of you. Oh, no. No.

Please let me be deaf.

I'm sure you don't want to know the details. No, you don't, really.

I can't... breathe!

Someday... you're going to come back to me... Crawling on your knees, begging me to take you back... And when you do... you know what I'll say? I'll say... thank God.

You said 8:00, right?

There will be soon. I put a quarter in the jukebox. No. You just put a quarter in the cigarette machine.

Well, Elaine, would you care to smoke?

I'm meeting you guys here for breakfast. They haven't played my cigarette yet.

The worst part about it is I kept Ma up all night too. Why was that? What do you want me to do? Talk to the walls?

What am I supposed to do, here? My life is falling apart so I should listen to stories about you? I mean, you know, let's put the little selfishness in check here.

Look out, Dwight! I think it's him.

Pump the scum! No pumping. Pump him! No pumping. Pump the scum! Just beer! Pump the scum! No! Just beer! Pump him! Pump the scum! Sit! Stay! Stay. Stay.

I'm torn between joy... and rapture.

It's what separates us from the animals.

Maybe a teeny bit.

What do you mean? / It's all you ever think about. / You mean, that's the problem?

Love... is the end of happiness. Because one day, all a guy's got to do to be happy is to watch the Mets. The next day, you got to have Zena in the room watching the Mets with you.

Well, I can't watch them now, anyway, because it's the middle of the winter. But the philosophy's the same.

Here I am, back in the same old stinking, lousy, crummy, rotten relationship all over again... The same place I was in to begin with. I'll never get out from under it. Oh, Zena, you don't know how happy that makes me feel.