[Jeanne is telling Paul about her first love]
Jeanne:
I fell in love with him when I first heard him play piano.
Paul:
You mean the first time he got inside your knickers.
Jeanne:
He was a child prodigy; he was playing with both hands.
Paul:
I bet he was!
Paul:
Get the butter.
Paul:
Your happiness is my hap-penis.
Paul:
"I could dance forever! Oh, my hemorrhoid."
Paul:
[drunk] Beauty of mine, sit before me. Let me peruse you and remember you... always like this.
Paul:
You know in 15 years, you're going to be playing soccer with your tits. What do you think of that?
Paul:
Anyway, to make a long, dull story even duller, I come from a time when a guy like me used to come into a joint like this and pick up a young chick like you and... call her a 'bimbo'.
[Paul and Jeanne are talking in bed about Jeanne's past experiences with men]
Paul:
You started grabbing his joint?
Jeanne:
Your crazy!
Paul:
Well, he touched you, didn't he?
Jeanne:
I never let him! Never!
Paul:
Ugh! Liar, liar, pants on fire, nose as long as a telephone wire.
[Slight pause]
Paul:
You mean to tell me he didn't touch you? Look at me straight in the face and say, 'He didn't touch me.'
Jeanne:
No, he touched me, but the way he did it.
Paul:
Aha! The *way* he did it.
Jeanne:
Why do you hate women?
Paul:
Either they always pretend to know who I am, or they pretend I don't know who they are, and that's very boring.
Paul:
I'm awfully sorry to intrude, but I was so... struck with your beauty that I thought perhaps I could offer you a glass of champagne. Is this seat taken?
Jeanne:
No.
Paul:
I'm going to get yoooooooou! Bimboooooo!
Jeanne:
Let's drink a toast to our life in the hotel.
Paul:
No fuck all that! Hey listen! Let's drink a toast to our life in the country.
Jeanne:
You're a nature lover? You didn't tell me that.
Paul:
Oh, for chrissa-, I'm nature boy. Can't you see me with the cows and the chickenshit all over me? Huh?
Jeanne:
Oh, that's right. To the cows!
Paul:
Cow.
Jeanne:
I will be your cow too.
Paul:
I get to milk you twice a day. How about that?
Paul:
Even if a husband lives 200 hundred fucking years, he'll never discover his wife's true nature. I may be able to understand the secrets of the universe, but... I'll never understand the truth about you. Never.
Paul:
It's me again.
Jeanne:
It's over.
Paul:
That's right. It's over and then it begins again.
Jeanne:
What begins again? I don't understand anything anymore.
Paul:
There's nothing to understand. We left the apartment, and now we begin and love all the rest of it.
Jeanne:
The rest of it?
Paul:
Yeah, listen. I'm 45. I'm a widower. I own a little hotel. It's kind of a dump, but not completely a flop house. Then I used to live on my luck and I got married, and my wife killed herself.
Jeanne:
It's better not knowing anything.
Jeanne:
What are we doing here?
Paul:
Let's just say we're taking a flying fuck at a rolling donut.
Paul:
[Puts on her father's military hat and salutes] How do you like your hero? Over easy or sunny side up?