Lydia: I have my forearms waxed. I have hairy forearms!
Kipp: When I go to the airport, I pretend to be blind so I can use the courtesy cart.
Lydia: You sick man. You sick, brilliant man.
Lydia: What if this really is our last moment alive?
Kipp: Then I should remove some stuff off my computer.
Claude: You don't remember?
Store Owner: A lot of vodka has flowed since your first visit and whatever time it is now.
Claude: To hell with it, I'm hot!