Dexter: I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know, at one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.

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Tracy: The time to make up your mind about people…is never.

Tracy: I’m going crazy. I’m standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.

Connor: Oh Tracy darling…
Tracy: Mike–
Connor: What can I say to you? Tell me darling.
Tracy: Not anything – don’t say anything. And especially not “darling.”

Connor: It can’t be anything like love, can it?
Tracy: No, no, it can’t be.
Connor: Would it be inconvenient?
Tracy: Terribly.

Connor: Hello you.
Tracy: Hello.
Connor: You look fine.
Tracy: I feel fine.