Dirty Sexy Money

Jeremy: My inspiration can't just be turned on. It needs time to build. To gather. And then it explodes onto the canvas.

Nick: (on the phone) Is everything alright? Simon: (on the phone) I'll tell you when you get here. It's a delicate matter. Nick: (on the phone) I'll see you then. Karen: (waking up in Simon's bed) Bye Nick. What's so delicate? Simon: You.

Brian: What are you doing here? Tripp: I came to tell you... Brian: What? That nothing's changed? It's a lie. That I'm still your son? Lie. That you still love me? That was never true. Maybe it's the one thing that won't change.

Head Reverend: The state board has decided to suspend you for six months, during which time you are expected to undergo counseling for sexual addiction and attend a series of workshops. Brian: Who doesn't love workshops?

Karen: Mom, what are we gonna do about that? If I woke up tomorrow and know that I didn't really belong here, I would kill myself. Tripp: Just because Brian is not my biological son does not mean that he doesn't belong. Letitia: He's still your brother. Stop it. (Brian enters room) Hello dear.

Brian: Everything's falling apart. I've lost my wife, my daughters, my one-time mistress, my son. I found out my father's not my father and now I've lost my job. I mean what's next leprosy?

Letitia: You can't deny you have a way articulating the questions people have about God and faith. Brian: Because those are the questions I've got. In spades. The truth is, I've never really felt the presence of the Lord the way other people say that they do. Letitia: Never? I find that hard to believe. Brian: Sure. I get weepy at Christmas. The crucifixion kinda gets to me. But that's not the same as actually having faith.

(Jeremy and Lisa enter the art gallery) Jeremy: That is one big sponge. Lisa: Yeah, it just arrived from Berlin. Jeremy: What do you clean with it? Like big art?

Lisa: I'm very uncomfortable with this. Jeremy: I have just the thing that can make you feel much less uncomfortable. How about a little smokey? Lisa: No! This is my workplace. Jeremy: Which is closed. And we need to chillax. I need to draw. You need to pose. Lisa: You're bad. And this is a bad idea. Jeremy: I know.

Carmelita: I could make you some cookies. Clark: Oh, that's sweet ma'am but sugar and stakeouts, that's where the cops go wrong. Steamed rice and hard-boiled eggs, it's good for the brain. I can actually see in the dark.

Lisa: That's my point. You know what, you should try being yourself with Sofia. You need to be honest and let things unfold naturally, organically. Jeremy: You think so? Lisa: I do. Lying will slowly your insides, Jeremy. Once she sees who you are, who you are, she'll be able to love you for what you are. Tell her the truth. It may surprise you.

Jeremy: If you were mine, I'd be a couch potato. Lisa: Jeremy? Jeremy: Hmm. Lisa: You're sitting on my lap. Jeremy: I know. It feels nice. (leans over to kiss Lisa) Lisa: Jeremy, don't do that again, OK?

Lisa: I'm sure if someone did smoke pot here, the sponge, the smell wouldn't be absorbed permanently, ma'am. Art Gallery Customer: It's a sponge. Absorbing is what they do.

Brian: Well, last night I did some thinking. Tripp: And? Brian: I wasn't able to come to any conclusion. Every time I imagine leaving the church, I got so anxious I realized I had to go back. Every time I imagined staying I felt so trapped I realized I had to leave. Tripp: Now, that sounds like a hard way to spend an evening. Brian: It's a hard way to spend a life.

Jeremy: Sofia now that you know who I am, you could love me for what I am, right? Sofia: I trusted you. Jeremy: I know. I know. I'm so sorry. Sofia: No, I'm sorry. You think if you told me the truth, it's gonna be OK? It's not the way to treat people. I don't care who you are, how much money you have. Bye, Jeremy Babeson or whatever.

Art Gallery Owner: Well, you just killed a hundred and fifty thousand dollar sale. Lisa: I'm sorry. Art Gallery Owner: No, you're not. You're fired!