Maya: You know, can I ask you a personal question, Miles? Miles Raymond: Sure. Maya: Why are you so in to Pinot? Miles Raymond: [laughs softly] Maya: I mean, it's like a thing with you. Miles Raymond: [continues laughing softly] Miles Raymond: Uh, I ...
Miles Raymond: Well, the world doesn't give a shit what I have to say. I'm not necessary. Had. I'm so insignificant I can't even kill myself. Jack: Miles, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Miles Raymond: Come on, man. You know. Hemingway, Sexto...
Jack: If they want to drink Merlot, we're drinking Merlot. Miles Raymond: No, if anyone orders Merlot, I'm leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
Maya: What's the title? Miles Raymond: The Day After Yesterday. Maya: Oh... You mean today?
Stephanie: Fuck face! You too! Miles Raymond: Me?
Jack: I might be in love with another woman. Miles Raymond: In love? Really? 24 hours with some wine-pourer chick and you're fucking in love? Come on! And you're gonna give up everything? Jack: Here's what I'm thinking: you and me, we move up here, w...
Jack: Yo! Yo! Here's my boy! Here's my boy! But who's your daddy? Now who is your daddy? Miles Raymond: Put me down, Jack. Jack: I'm so proud of you! Let me love you! So tell me everything. Details. I like details. Miles Raymond: No. Jack: What? Mile...
Miles Raymond: Let me show you how this is done. First thing, hold the glass up and examine the wine against the light. You're looking for color and clarity. Just, get a sense of it. OK? Uhh, thick? Thin? Watery? Syrupy? OK? Alright. Now, tip it. Wha...
Jack: Listen, man. Cammi gets off in an hour, so I was thinking I'd just hang around and have a drink, and make sure she gets home safe. Miles Raymond: You're joking, right? Jack: No. Miles Raymond: Un-fucking-believable. Can't we just... go back to ...
[talking about Maya and walking by a golfer and his son] Jack: Don't you just want to feel that cozy little box grip down on your johnson? Vacationing Dr. Walt Hendricks: Hey, you mind keeping it down, buddy?
Miles Raymond: [looking in mirror after pulling away from Maya] You're such a fucking loser. You make me fucking sick.
Jack: You gotta help me! You gotta help me!
Jack: Did you drink and dial?
Jack: This chick Stephanie, she's got it all goin' on. Miles Raymond: Well, she is cute, yeah. Jack: Cute? She's a fuckin' hottie. And you almost tell her that I'm gettin' married? What's the matter with you?
Miles Raymond: [while tasting wine] It tastes like the back of a fucking L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and tur...
Miles Raymond: Did you read the latest draft, by the way? Jack: Oh, yeah. Yeah. Miles Raymond: And? Jack: It's great. I mean there are so many improvements. It's much tighter, just seems... I don't know, more congealed or something. Miles Raymond: Mm...
Miles Raymond: [to Jack] You fucking derelict.
Jack: Bet ya that chick's two tons of fun. You know, the grateful type?
