Maria Forst:
There's a Bergman film in the neighborhood.
Richard Forst: I don't feel like getting depressed tonight.
Richard Forst: I don't feel like getting depressed tonight.
Richard Forst:
I think we were all created evil! Then some... or some wise guy, some, uh, a leftwinger, or a, a union organizer comes along and tells us that we were all created good, we were all created in His image.
Richard Forst:
I want a divorce. (Maria starts laughing) Did you hear what I said?
Maria Forst: (laughing) Oh, Dickie...
Richard Forst: I want a divorce! (Maria stops laughing) That's the only thing to do, isn't it? Well, why don't you laugh? It's funny!
Maria Forst: (laughing) Oh, Dickie...
Richard Forst: I want a divorce! (Maria stops laughing) That's the only thing to do, isn't it? Well, why don't you laugh? It's funny!
Richard Forst:
Jeannie, do me a favor. Don't be silly anymore. Just be yourself.
Jeannie: But I am myself. Who else would I be?
Richard Forst: I'm serious.
Jeannie: Definition of serious: Blah blah blah blah...
Jeannie: But I am myself. Who else would I be?
Richard Forst: I'm serious.
Jeannie: Definition of serious: Blah blah blah blah...
Richard Forst:
No place like home.
Maria Forst: What?
Richard Forst: I said, Have you ever been to Rome?
Maria Forst: What?
Richard Forst: I said, Have you ever been to Rome?
Richard Forst:
What do you want to drink?
Maria Forst: Well, whatever it is, I want it on the rocks, straight and dirty, because I feel very very bitchy tonight.
Richard Forst: Well, I feel very, very bitchy too. That makes two of us.
Maria Forst: Well, whatever it is, I want it on the rocks, straight and dirty, because I feel very very bitchy tonight.
Richard Forst: Well, I feel very, very bitchy too. That makes two of us.
Richard Forst:
What is it that, that weighs five thousand pounds and it's got a stick through it? A hippo popsicle.
Richard Forst:
What is it that's black and white and red all over?
Maria Forst: A newspaper.
Richard Forst: No, a zebra's ass.
Maria Forst: A newspaper.
Richard Forst: No, a zebra's ass.
Richard Forst:
Why did the man throw, throw the clock out of the window, huh? He wanted to see time fly.
