
Keenan: What did I ever do to deserve you?
Joan: Usually that line is screamed at me by someone running out the door, not by someone standing in front of me and staying. It makes for a nice change.
Keenan: I can't stop thinking about you.
Joan: I love conversations that start with the guy saying "I can't stop thinking about you." Mind you I've never actually been on the receiving end of any of those conversations...
Keenan: Just looking at you makes me happy.
Joan: I have - I have to sit down.
[
almost knocks over the chair sitting down]
Keenan: When we're together, whether or not I show it, I just can't wait to hear the next words out of your mouth. But right now I need to ask you to do something for me.
Joan: Anything.
Keenan: Shut up.
Joan: When was having sex or not having sex not a problem?
Keenan: You're terrific, sensational really, but I'm not right for you.
Joan: Blanche can look at you with a gaze of unflappable superiority that springs from total detachment and disinterest... not unlike how you're looking at me know.
Keenan: That's the ugliest cat I've ever seen.
Joan: She's an angel.
Keenan: She only has one eye.
Joan: Yeah, but it's her good one.
Joan: The lad doesn't say much and when he does, he finds just the right words to crush my soul.
Keenan: This... isn't anything. It's not anything now and it won't be anything ever.
Joan: WOW. Message received, end of date.
Joan: What, is that a rhetorical question? Why is my life so complicated? Gee, I don't know. Why is your life so fucking simple?
Mark: Let's play a game
Mildred: Okay, want me to get a pack of cards?
Mark: Not that kind of game.
Mildred: Okay, what?
Mark: Tell me something that I don't know.
Mildred: What do you mean?
Mark: You know something I wouldn't have known about you.
Mildred: Oh I don't know...
Mark: Please, mom.
Mildred: Okay.
[
pauses for about 2 seconds]
Mildred: Well, I never loved your father.
Mark: [
totally shocked] What?
Mildred: I never did.
Mark: Wow, your really good at this.
Mildred: Truth be told when he died, I felt relieved more than anything else.
Mark: [
still totally shocked] Gee Mom, don't hold anything back.
hell of a way for you to find out.
Mildred: Find out what?
Mark: Well, that I'm gay for one thing... come on, you never suspected?
Mildred: You were always so good at sports.
[
They laugh]
Mildred: So what's the other thing?
Mark: What other thing?
Mildred: You said "that I'm gay for one thing" so what's the other thing?
Mark: That I'm dying.
Meredith: I don't deal with passion well. Trent: Maybe you don't like that loss of control. You prefer to be the director, telling everyone what to do. Meredith: It's pretty painfully obvious, isn't it. Trent: Somewhat painful, yes... You know there's something to find out about me. Meredith: What's that? Trent: That I take direction pretty well.
Hugh: I'm better at all these lies I've manufactured than I am at the ones I'm living.