Sonja: Oh, really? Then I have something to tell you, my darling, but my words would be hollow unless sung. Please sit. [sings] First there was Newton Who could tell how things fell But I never have fallen that way Then there was Hawking Who told of black holes But I've never been sucked in, per se And no one, not Einstein Has made me feel as fine As Solomon's made me today...
Dick: I gotta go.
Sonja: You've awakened my passion, Dick Solomon You've made physics a physical thing
Dick: I did?
Sonja: Our electronics magnetic Our energy's kinetic My harmonic is oscillating
Dick: Oh, lord!
Sonja: You've awakened my passion, Dick Solomon
Dick: Please stop!
Sonja: You've made my life turn on a dime
Dick: Chiffon.
Sonja: I know this sounds crass But your energy times my mass Would create an explosion through time.
Dick: Listen, Sonja, no. Oh my god, we're skipping!
[As they dance, Sonja removes Dick's belt and his pants fall]
Sonja: Oh my god! Can't you see it's bigger than both of us?
Dick: Well, thank you, but... I- I feel I have to go home!

Dick: No!
Mary: Dick, I told you to wait in the car!
Dick: I can't allow women to fight over me. Not even if they're wearing bikinis in a big tub of mud! Mmm.

Dick: Ah, my little tigress. Once again I must tell you how magnificent you were.
Mary: I was pretty terrific, wasn't I? Dick, does Sonja have something I don't have?
Dick: Oh, yes, a gargoyle door-knocker.
Mary: I mean, do I stimulate you enough intellectually?
Dick: Oh, Mary. [chuckles] No.
Mary: What?
Dick: Nobody does. But that's not what I want from you, Mary. I want to hear about your day, what you had for lunch, why you got so mad at the dry cleaners, your charmingly misguided theories on evolution. Your voice, Mary, I want to hear your beautiful voice.
Mary: Thank you.
Dick: Mary?
Mary: What?
Dick: You're hurting my hand.

Harry: Well, that's it. Two and a half pounds of X Files gold.
Tommy: Let's send it off.
Harry: Pleasure working with you, my man.
Tommy: Effortless.
Harry: Seamless.
Tommy: You know, it's times like these it makes me proud to be an alien posing as a human being writer.
[As Harry goes to shake Tommy's hand, he drops the script on the floor]
Harry: Times like these I wish I'd numbered the pages.