I have this friend, a jazz musician, trumpet player. I go and hear him jam every month or so. He plays this piece I love, an old Chet Baker tune. Every time he plays the same notes, and everytime it sounds different. One night we were having drinks, when I used to drink, and I tried telling him how that song made me feel, how his playing made me feel, how the notes made me feel. My friend shook his head and said, Joan, you can't talk about music. Talking about music is like dancing about archictecture. So I said, alright, well if you're gonna get all philosophical on me, its just as pointless as talking about a lot of things. Love for instance. My friend laughed and said, You can't talk about love. Talking about love is like dancing about archictecture. So I don't know, he might be right. But it ain't gonna stop me from trying.

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Dan: Didn't fancy my sandwiches?
Alice: Don't eat fish.
Dan: Why not?
Alice: Fish piss in the sea.
Dan: So do children.
Alice: I don't eat children either

Nick: I can imitate the voice of Alexander Hamilton. I do Alexander Hamilton, and Murray does a terrific Thomas Jefferson. We got the voices just right.
[Murray and Nick speak to each other in normal tones throughout]
Murray Burns: [to Nick] Hi, Alex, how're you doing?
Nick: Fine. Say, Tom, you should have been in Congress today.
Leo: This is ridiculous! You can't do an imitation of Alexander Hamilton, nobody knows what he sounds like!
Nick: That's the funny part.
Murray Burns: You missed the funny part, Leo.

Murray Burns:
If most things aren't funny then they're only exactly what they are. Then it's just one long dental appointment interrupted occasionally by something exciting like waiting or falling asleep. What's the point if I leave things just as I find them? Then I'm just adding to the noise -- I'm just taking up some room on the subway

Murray Burns:
I just want him to stay with me until I can be sure he won't turn into Norman Nothing. I want to be sure he'll know when he's chickening out on himself. I want him to get to know exactly the special thing he is or else he won't notice it when it starts to go. I want him to stay awake and know who the phonies are, I want him to know how to holler and put up an argument, I want a little guts to show before I can let him go. I want to be sure he sees all the wild possibilities. I want him to know it's worth all the trouble just to give the world a little goosing when you get the chance. And I want him to know the subtle, sneaky, important reason why he was born a human being and not a chair.

"Send more paramedics"
from night of the living dead