It's Like, You Know...

Robbie: How do you get someone out of a coma? Shrug: Isn't there a book called 'Coma Care for Dummies?'

Arthur: The litterati's mad at me? Mr. Lynch: The litterati's very mad. Jennifer: What about the glitterati? Mr. Lynch: Who's the glitterati. Jennifer: The good-looking litterati. The ones who drive the Maserattis while listening to Pavarotti.

Jennifer: Bishops are allowed to have coffee? Bishop: Sure, we're not mormons.

Erika: Martha's a publicist. Martha doesn't believe in God, she believes in hype. Lauren: Y'know, Robbie, that girlfriend of yours is a homicide waiting to happen.

Bishop Rook's book: Savor your frankfurter as you would your life, with relish.

Woman in Simile: (to all the people in th restaurant) May I have your attention please? I said, may I have your attention please? Thank you. (exits)

Shaw Florence: So, describe Arthur Garment. Shrug: He is the finest human being I ever met. I may be overstating just a little bit. (stops) He is an OK guy.

Arthur: It sounded like you were saying I should feel something about something. Lauren: Why would I say something about the way you should feel anything?

Robbie: Next time maybe just write a novel. Arthur: Yeah, I once told my mother I want to write a novel. She said to me: "So, make something up."

Jennifer: You can't break up with an actress when her publicist's sick. That's like breaking up with a normal person when they're mother's dying.

Shrug: A good friend of mine wrote this book. A good friend of mine. Shaw Florence: You know Arthur Garment? Shrug: Do I know Arthur Garment? He occupied my guest house while researching the book. Shaw Florence: No kidding. Shrug: I saw this future literally giant's mind absorbing and digesting all the brilliant material gathered herewith. Shaw Florence: Are you almost finished with it? Shrug: I'm up to page 8.

Bishop: Arthur. Arthur: Bishop. Bishop: Jennifer. Jennifer: Jew. The biggest.

Mr. Lynch: She said reading your book was like undergoing ethnic cleansing.

Arthur: You rememberg Jennifer Grey? Mr. Lynch: Yes, of course. When I was in L.A., you completely ignored me. Jennifer: Oh stop it, it was my pleasure.

Robbie: (to Erika) Where did you order your sandwich? From IKEA?

Arthur: I'm so happy I'm living vicariously through me.

(on the phone) Arthur: Did you get those advance copies of my book? Robbie: Ah, yeah but I just read the stuff about me. Arthur: Ah, there's nothing in there about you. Robbie: All right, you caught me.

Erika: Oh, I need to get some candles. My dog is having his digestive track adjusted.