- Howard Singer: How old did you say she was?
- Joseph Kopple: 21, 22?
- Howard Singer: I got 22-year-old pants!
- Ida Cutler: [to Charlotte] I was wondering if you and your father would like to come up stairs some time and have a cup of tea with me?
- Charlotte Zwicki: [laughing] Oh, I don't know. You'll have to ask him. what do you think, 'dad'?
- Joseph Kopple: Uh... she's not my daughter
- Ida Cutler: I'm sorry, I'm a little hard of hearing. Would you mind repeating that?
- Joseph Kopple: [louder] Charlotte... is not... my daughter.
- Charlotte Zwicki: [giggling in a sensual tone] He he he.
- Ida Cutler: No wonder you look so tired.
- Eddie: [Eddie notices Joseph go through his discarded belongings on the street and confronts him] Hey asshole, what the fuck are you doing?
- Joseph Kopple: I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your lamp.
- Eddie: This is not my lamp. It WAS my lamp, now it's my trash. What, you think this is fuckin 'Goodwill' here?
- Frank: Hey, Eddie... give him a break, will 'ya?
- Eddie: [to Frank] Why don't you shut the fuck up, huh? Crawl up my ass a little further!
- Joseph Kopple: I'm sorry.
- Eddie: [Eddie shoves Joseph onto the sidewalk] Get out of here!
- [Joseph quickly walks away]
- Eddie: . Fucking old farts are taking all of my shit!
- Howard Singer: She was big. What I loved every inch of her. I would have liked a little more oral sex, though.
- Joseph Kopple: Howard...
- Howard Singer: Why are you whispering? Are you trying to tell me a woman who dances naked in front of a fire won't give you oral sex?
- Joseph Kopple: You have no sense of romance, Howard.
- Howard Singer: And you're a goddamn sissy.