It's Like, You Know...

Mr Lynch: If we'd met two years ago I would've left my wife for you. Shrug: Hey, you're in L.A., leave her now. Mr Lynch: I can't, she left me a year ago. Jennifer: Well, if you get married again, give me a call.

Robbie: Problem? Danna: Ernie asked me to marry him. Robbie: Congratulations. Danna: Thanks. You wanna get back together?

Shrug: What? What are you doing? Elliott Gould: I'm leaving. I can't work with you. Shrug: You can't leave now. I haven't even reached maturity yet. Elliott Gould: That's sad, Shrug.

Arthur: So you think I should just sell out? Jennifer: Of course you should sell out. Why else would you come to L.A.?

Elliott Gould: (going to the toilet) Does anybody else have to urinate?

Arthur: (reading his book) The Natives. Chapter two. For as many americans have trouble commiting to a relationship, a Los Angeles native can't even commit to lunch.

Danna: I like Ernie. Robbie: So tip him 20 dollars, don't jam your tongue down his throat.

Mr Lynch: God, I hate Los Angeles! Shrug: Yeah, but you're gonna love L.A.

Jennifer: Did somebody call a cab? Arthur: Oh my God! That's my publisher. Ummm, OK, I need you two to take him out while I work on the book. Shrug: You want us to kill him? Arthur: No, just keep him occupied. Jennifer: For how long? Arthur: I don't know, 4-5 hours. Jennifer: Let's just kill him.

Robbie: You know what? I'm not upset by this. Arthur: Why not? Robbie: Look, it's not like Danna moved unward and upward to someone better than me. Arthur: No, she's moved offward and downward to somebody worse than anybody.

Robbie: Hot and heavy? Arthur: Hot and heavy. Robbie: Ernie? Arthur: Ernie. Robbie: Danna? Arthur: Danna. Robbie: Ernie and Danna? Arthur: Ernie and Danna. Robbie: Are you sure it wasn't a hostage situation?

Arthur: (to Danna & Arthur) What's the meaning of this? Ernie: We're an item. Arthur: No, really, Danna, is this a hostage situation?