Dick: Great news! I blew up Mary's car! Now I can see life like you do, with aliveness.
Sally: I'm not actually sure "aliveness" is a word.
Dick: It is now. Come, roll with me in the dewy scent of the night jasmine.
Sally: You know, what's weird is- is you can smell it every night, you know what I'm saying?
Dick: What's Sally talking about, A.J.?
Harry: A.J. was full of crap. Heart of gold, full of crap.

Tommy: Hey, guys, I just had another near-death experience. Alissa's father found out I proposed, and he came after me with a bat.
Dick: So you can still be in my soul posse.
Tommy: Uh, it didn't really work the second time.
Dick: But look in the distance I see the shining brilliance of the liquor mart sign.
Tommy: Remember this moment, Dick.
Sally: God, I wish I could see with your clarity. Can you make out if those tall boys are still on sale?

Dick: Man, this place must be good. Look at the line.
Sally: Yeah. Wonder what soup they've got.
Tommy: I've been hankering for a nice lobster bisque all day.
Harry: Come on, Chester, move it along. We got hungry people here.
Dick: Yeah. Some of us have jobs to get back to, all right? What are you all looking at?