Ann: Never date a guy who knows more about your vagina than you do.
Seth: Let’s go.
Maggie: What’ll we do?
Maggie: Something happened in that room. I got this jolt that… something bigger is out there. Something bigger than me, bigger than you. Does that sound crazy?
Maggie: Why do you wear the same clothes all the time? Why won’t you give me your phone number? Are you married?
Maggie: Are you homeless?
Maggie: Are you a drummer?
Seth: Some things are true whether you believe in them or not.
Maggie: No dying yet, Mr. Messenger. Not until you give me Seth’s phone number.
Seth: What does it taste like?
Maggie: You don’t know what a pear tastes like?
Seth: I don’t know what a pear tastes like to you.
Seth: I’d rather have one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand than an eternity without it. One.
Susan: What good would wings be if you couldn’t feel the wind on your face?
Maggie: When they ask me what I liked best, I’ll say it was you.
Seth: You’re a good doctor, I can feel it.
Maggie: That’s pretty flimsy proof.
Seth: Close your eyes… what am I doing?
Maggie: You’re touching me.
Seth: How do you know?
Maggie: I can feel it.
Seth: You should learn to use that more often.
Seth: Hello Maggie! It’s nice to see you again.
Maggie: It’s weird to see you again.
Seth: Weird is nice.