Isaac: I know my analyst warned me, but you were so beautiful that I got another analyst.

Isaac: I could tell by the sound of your voice over the phone. Very authoritative you know, like the Pope or the computer in 2001.

Isaac Davis: Corn beef should not be blue.

Isaac Davis: I feel like we’re in a Noel Coward play. Someone should be making martinis.

Isaac Davis: I think people should mate for life, like pigeons or Catholics.

Tracy: Let’s fool around. Let’s do it some strange way that you’ve always wanted to, but nobody would do with you.

Isaac Davis: She’s 17. I’m 42 and she’s 17. I’m older than her father, can you believe that? I’m dating a girl, wherein, I can beat up her father.

Yale: You are so self-righteous, you know. I mean we’re just people. We’re just human beings, you know? You think you’re God.
Isaac Davis: I… I gotta model myself after someone.

Isaac Davis: It’s an interesting group of people, your friends are.
Mary Wilke: I know.
Isaac Davis: Like the cast of a Fellini movie.