Woman: The illusion of effortlessness requires a great effort indeed.Man: Time really can move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway.Man: It's good to be happy. But it's so fucking hard, you know.Woman: Tell me, how old is umm... Sarah the Dancer.Man: Oh, she's a... she's a college graduate.Woman: Her age?Man: She's a recent college graduate.Woman: Yeah, like 21.Man: 22.[Woman walks away. Man follows]Man: But she's 23 on August the 12th!Woman: 23 on August the 12th... Well, that's a beautiful age.Man: Why would you wanna know?Woman: You know why I wanted to know.Man: Maybe I do. Say it anyway.Woman: I wanted to know because I wanted to know. I wanted know if you were flirting with me.Man: What does Sarah's age have to do with it?Woman: I am the same age as you, I think, and a man, my age, who prefers 23 on August the 12th might not flirt with someone who is... lets just say 15 years past 23 on August the 12th.Man: You're 38 and you look it.Woman: Fuck you.Man: Right. And next year you're 39, and then 40. And after 40 you may as well die.Woman: Thanks.Man: If the cardiologist is, decides that you are too old and decrepit and ugly to be at all lovable, I am available to tolerate you in your golden years.Woman: Thank you.Woman: There are no happy endings in our future.Man: Why did you come, really?Woman: Do you want me to say I was hoping I'd see you?Man: Yes - and I want you to mean it.Woman: You're so romantic...Man: By romantic, you mean old fashioned?Woman: No, by romantic, I mean romantic.Man: [in bed, before they are about to have sex] What are you thinking?Woman: That it's probably a mistake.Man: You don't have to do this.Woman: As if the act in itself mattered.[... ]Woman: It's technicality. Don't you know what we're already done?Man: What's it like being a doctor's wife?Woman: A bit better than being a lawyer's wife. My first husband was a lawyer, so you see I have experienced both.Man: And what's the difference?Woman: The lawyer wore nicer suits.Woman: You're just a dirty old pervert.Man: Yes, I am. But I'm your dirty old pervert.Man: If I told you I still loved you, that I always loved you, that I loved you to distraction, would you leave him?Woman: No.Man: What was your ex-husband like?Woman: You know perfectly well what he was like.Man: Mmhmm, refresh my memory.Woman: No.Man: Honestly I can't remember - the memory starts to go around forty, you know.Woman: [sigh] He was red. He was kind of yellow - and black, and pink, and orange, and blue.Man: What the fuck does that...Woman: Magenta, purple, maybe a bit of maroon...Man: Hey! What does that mean?Woman: I don't know! It's what I see when I close my eyes.Man: I thought married women aren't supposed to be Bridesmaids.Woman: Who says?Man: Bridesmaids are brides in training, they're like matrimonial interns.Woman: Ah, it's just a small custom.Man: Bridesmaids are supposed to be virgins.Woman: Well, I don't see any virgins out there, did you?Man: I didn't check.Woman: I'm sorry. Come here. It was just something... it was just different. I didn't expect it. You used to be so thin. I mean you were insubstantial, really.Man: God, the complements keep coming.Woman: Yeah, but now... Now, you know what? Look at it this way. There's a grandness to you.Like, you know, the rings in a tree trunk asserting the passage of the time: Like "I have earned the right to fill up more space in the one universe."Man: That's bullshit.Woman: I tried.[first lines]Man: Wish me luck.Man: [on relationships] In my opinion, when it gets too serious, it's over.Woman: [Man takes off his t-shirt] Oh my god, you're fat.[Man puts his t-shirt back on]Man: I am not.Woman: Yea, you are. You're far fatter than you're used to be.Man: And you're far crueler than you used to be.Woman: But sometimes, people who really love each other, well, they have an uncanny knack for making each other miserable.[Last lines]Man: It's good to be happy. But it's so fucking hard, you know.Woman: Don't worry about him, he's just trying to get laid.Woman: A woman never has a man's intense focus as much as she does before sex.Woman: [on phone] I'm having, um, you know french fries, french onion soup and um, french toast I think and a pickle. Hm? Yeah, it's all very french except for the pickle.。