Piano Teacher: Not bad... Mr. Connors, you say this is your first lesson? Phil: Yes, but my father was a piano *mover*, so...
Rita: It's beautiful. I don't know what to say. Phil: I do. Whatever happens tomorrow, or for the rest of my life, I'm happy now... because I love you.
Phil: I think people place too much emphasis on their careers. I wish we could all live in the mountains at high altitude. That's where I see myself in five years. How about you? Rita: Oh, I agree. I just like to go with the flow. See where it leads ...
Ned: Do you have life insurance, Phil? Because if you do, you could always use a little more, right? I mean, who couldn't? But you wanna know something? I got the feeling... [whistles] Ned: ... you ain't got any. Am I right or am I right? Or am I rig...
Phil: To the groundhog. Rita: I always drink to world peace.
Rita: Believe it or not, I studied nineteenth-century French poetry. Phil: La fille que j'aimera Sera comme bon vin Qui se bonifiera Un peux chaques matin Rita: You speak French? Phil: Oui.
Phil: I killed myself so many times I don't even exist anymore.
Psychiatrist: That's an unusual problem, Mr. Connors. Uh, Most of my work is with couples, families. I have an alcoholic now. Phil: Well you went to college, right? I mean, it wasn't veterinary psychology, was it? Didn't you take some kind of course ...
Phil: You wanna throw up here, or you wanna throw up in the car? Ralph: I think... both.
Man in Hallway: Think it'll be an early spring? Phil: Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on its smiling face a dream... of spring. Ciao. Man in Hallway: Ciao.
Phil: I am not making it up. I am asking you for help. Rita: Okay, what do you want me to do? Phil: I don't know. You're a producer. Come up with something.
Phil: [Does a double take at Larry] Wow! Looking *foxy* tonight man! Hey, is your troop gonna be selling cookies again this year? Larry: [Sarcastically] Oh that's so funny Phil!
Larry: [about Phil] He's out of his gourd.
Rita: Would you like to come to dinner with Larry and me? Phil: No thank you. I've seen Larry eat.
Mrs. Lancaster: Did you sleep well, Mr. Connors? Phil: I slept alone, Mrs. Lancaster.
Phil: Can I have another one of these with some booze in it?
Phil: Can I be serious with you with you for a minute? Rita: I don't know. Can you?
Phil: Can I talk to you about a matter that is not work-related? Rita: You never talk about work.
