Jack: Fucking chick's married, man. Miles Raymond: What? Jack: Her husband works a night shift or something, and he comes home and catches me on the floor with my cock in his wife's ass. Miles Raymond: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Miles Raymond: She tell you she was married? Jack: Yeah. Miles Raymond: So what the fuck were you thinking? Jack: Wasn't supposed to be back 'til six. Fucker rolls in at five.
Miles Raymond: Okay, so what's the plan? Jack: Uh... the plan is... you go. Miles Raymond: ME? Jack: 'Cause of my ankle. Still hurts. Just go explain the situation, Miles. Miles Raymond: [laughs uproariously] Miles Raymond: Explain the situation? Yes...
Jack: I'm trying to get you a little action, I'd appreciate a little help!
Stephanie: [to Jack as she is beating him with her motorcycle helmet] I hope you die! [stops beating Jack and looks at Miles] Stephanie: You too! Miles Raymond: Me?
Cammi: And here are your handy wipes. Jack: Oh, so that's what these are. For a minute there I thought you guys were promoting safe sex.
Miles Raymond: A little citrus. Maybe some strawberry. Mmm. Passion fruit, mmm, and, oh, there's just like the faintest soupçon of like, uh, asparagus, and, there's a, just a flutter of, like a, like a nutty Edam cheese.
Miles Raymond: Why didn't I get hurt? Jack: You were wearing your seatbelt.
Jack: Try to be your normal, humorous self. The guy you were before the tailspin. Do you remember that guy? People love that guy.
Miles Raymond: Hey, what should I wear? Jack: I don't know, something casual but nice. They think you're a writer.
Miles Raymond: Yeah, right. Yup, I'm a homo. Yeah. Yeah. Just make up whatever you want and that's what happened. Okay? Write out my gay confession and I'll sign it. Okay? Just stop pushing me all the time. You're an infant, Jack. This is all a big p...
Maya: So is it kind of about death and mortality, or...? Miles Raymond: Mrnmm, yeah... but not really. It shifts around a lot. Like you also start to see everything from the point of view of the father. And some other stuff happens, some parallel nar...
Jack: [talking about his future] Christine's dad has really been talking to me about getting into the family business, showing me the ropes. Which is something, considering how long it took for him to get over my not being Armenian.
Jack: I have to have an operation. Maybe a couple. They have to wait for my nose to heal first, and then they're going to break it again. Miles Raymond: At least you'll still have a voice-over career. Jack: It's going to fuck that up too. I ought to ...
Miles Raymond: [runs into his apartment, noticing his clock] Oh, fuck me! [cut to Miles on the phone] Miles Raymond: I know I said I would be there at noon, but traffic has been a beast, but I'm out the door and on my way right now! [the next shot re...
Jack: [crying] I can't lose Christine, Miles. I can't. I know I fucked up, I know I did a bad thing, and I'm a bad person! But you gotta help me, Miles! You gotta help me! If I lose Christine, I... I am nothing! I'm nothing!
Mike Erganian: What is the subject of your book? Non fiction? Miles Raymond: Uh, no. It's... it's a novel. Fiction. Yes. Although there is quite a bit from my own life... so I suppose that, technically some of it is nonfiction. Mike Erganian: Good I ...
Miles Raymond: [after teaching Jack how to evaluating a glass of wine prior to tasting] ... Are you chewing gum? Jack: What? No! No... Miles Raymond: [after a long drawn out pause] ... Spit it out.
