Phil: Well, I-I like the sound of that bath. I assume the tub will be ringed with scented candles?
Claire: Oh, well, I've got candles. I got candles everywhere. Ever since my boyfriend stopped paying my bills they turned off the electricity.
Phil: Leaving us to generate our own electricity. Although, candles can be nice if you're in the mood for, say, some dirty dancing.
Claire: Oh, I hate that movie.
Phil: What?! There I must passionately disagree.
Claire: Huh.
Phil: Or was that your game all along?
Claire: Okay, if it's an argument you want, fine. Fine. Of course Johnny's gonna fall for Baby because he's this big, dreamy country bumpkin and she is the shiny, new thing. But what happens when the movie is over, when he really gets to know her, huh? Two weeks out of the Catskills, and it's "You wearing that again, Baby? You borrow my razor again, Baby? Isn't two glasses enough, Baby?" Trust me, he is no longer having the time of his life.

Phil: Juliana. Juliana, wait.
Claire: No. Honestly, it is one minute to 12:00, Phil. Valentine's Day is over. I'm-
Phil: Not quite. I can't see you anymore.
Claire: What?
Phil: I can't believe I'm saying this because you're the most intoxicating woman a man could ever meet. But, by some cosmic miracle, there's a woman in that house that I still find as sexy and exciting as the first day I met her. I should probably let her know that more often than I do. That's my bad. Point is, a guy like me gets that lucky, he quits while he's ahead.
Claire: Well, it sounds to me like she's the lucky one.

Phil: Good-bye, Juliana. Where are you going?
Claire: Sorry. Aren't- Aren't we-
Phil: Don't- Don't beg. It's beneath you.
Claire: Um, but I-
Phil: Please, go. My wife will see you.
Claire: Go? Go where?
Phil: Don't make this harder than it is.
Claire: Okay, I- [knocks]
Phil: [o.s.] Juliana, no.
Claire: Phil! Phil! Really!