Northern Exposure

Joel: (Maggie finds him in a sudden good mood) I like what you've been doing with your hair lately, I've been meaning to tell you that.

Joel: I'm losing a part of myself. Maggie: Did you ever think that maybe it's a part worth losing?

Joel: I'm going to bed. Ed: It's only 8:30, Dr. Fleischman. Joel: I'm telling you, it's getting dark early.

Joel: You're not interviewing combat pilots here, you're just going on a little date!

Joel: What was that about? Marilyn: Nothing. Joel: Nothing? You could use a blowtorch to cut the ice in here.

Joel: I used to be able to visualize Broadway from 110th street to Times Square. Now I close my eyes and whole blocks disappear!

Chris: If I loved her, why did I leave her? And if I felt that way then, why don't I feel anything now? (pause) KBHR lines are open.

Chris: It's been quite a week for yours truly, and it's only Tuesday.

Chris: (having an epiphany) You're in love with Ann, not me, you!

Chris: Sexually, we're all competing for the same seat on the bus.

Chris: I can't change it, I can't escape it, I don't know what to do! Holling: Yes, well uh, you see what you can do about that music.

Holling: I hate to complain, Chris, but your musical selections are a might moody today.

Joel: The man had a bout of impotency in 1985 and you just gave him the heave-ho today?

Ann: Maybe you're the kind of person who's happy with fixed income, 4% total return after taxes. Safe, conservative, but you're not gonna get rich. It's the same with men: you wanna play, you have to pay. My advice is if you see something promising, lock it in and go with it. It's the only way to learn the game.

(on a date at the dump) Ann: Bernard? Bernard: That's right. Ann: There's someone at the window.

Ann: I got some sandwiches here. Choice of PB&J or salami. Chris & Bernard: Salami.

Chris: (trying to remember his relationship with Ann) So what happened? Ann: You split. Chris: I just split? Ann: Just said "See ya." I waited around a couple weeks, cried my eyes out, then picked up and went back to school.

Ann: (about how she met Chris) The speaker had just finished when some crazy biker dude crashes into the place, shouts some lines from Leaves of Grass, and passes out on the floor. After that we were inseparable.

Ann: So this is the dump. Bernard: Yeah. Ann: It's nice.

Joel: This is not homesickness. This is more than homesickness. I'm facing serious personality meltdown. Joel Fleischman, the Jewish doctor from New York. You take that away and who am I? What am I?" Maggie: Well, Fleischman, just forgetting a few subway stops… Joel: This is just the tip of the iceberg. Don't you understand? It's like 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.' I'm being replaced by some insidious replicant, a Joel Fleischman look-alike that talks about crop rotation and carburetors. I've got to stop it before it's too late.

Chris: I have never seen Bernard as a threat, Holling. Up until now this whole doppelganger thing has been kind of a gash, you know, two sides of the same coin, yin and yang, Calvin and Hobbes deal. Now it's like something out of an Edgar Allan Poe thing. We're rivals, two halves of a divided self.

Chris: To the human eye, all herring gulls look alike. The male herring gull, however, will allow none on his territory but his mate, and he will recognize her coming 50 yards away in a crowded colony of thousands. Point being nature lovers that even a lowly sea bird can distinguish individual members of its own species.

Joel: You notice anything different about me lately…any behavioral patterns, any discernible break with traditions, deviations from the norm, recent trends? Maggie: You serious? Well, I don't know. Now that you mention it, it you do seem more relaxed lately. I just saw you laugh out loud the other night with Holling. Joel: Well, maybe. He happened to be telling a very funny story. Maggie: You're more involved. Town meeting last month, you SAT there. I remember registering that. Of course, you left after 15 minutes. Joel: You're right, you're absolutely right. It's as bad as I thought.