Kitty March: How long does it take you to paint a picture?
Christopher Cross: Sometimes a day, sometimes a year. You can't tell. It has to grow.
Kitty March: I never knew paint could grow.
Christopher Cross: Feeling grows. You know, that's the important thing, feeling. You take me. No one ever taught me how to draw, so I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things.
Kitty March: Yeah I see.
Christopher Cross: It's like falling in love I guess. You know... first you see someone, then it keeps growing, until you can't think of anyone else.
Kitty March: That's interesting.
Christopher Cross: The way I think of things, that all art is. Every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair.
Kitty March: I never heard anyone talk like that before.
Christopher Cross: There aren't many people you can talk to this way. So you keep it to yourself. You walk around with everything bottled up.

Kitty March: Who do you think you are? My guardian angel?
Millie Ray: Not me, honey. I lost those wings a long time ago.

Adele Cross: Next thing you'll be painting women without clothes.
Christopher Cross: I never saw a woman without any clothes.
Adele Cross: I should hope not!

Johnny Prince: And then you gave me a dirty look.
Kitty March: I didn't give you a dirty look!
Johnny Prince: Listen, any girl that waits two hours in the rain for a guy is gonna give him a dirty look.

Johnny Prince: Can't you get those Lazy Legs off that couch, baby?

Christopher Cross: Hey, did you read this?
Adele Cross: Read what?
Christopher Cross: This murder in Queens. A man killed his wife with the window weight, put her body in the trunk, shipped her to California. It says here...
Adele Cross: I've read the paper, thank you. He didn't get away with it, did he? He'll go to the chair, as he should.
Christopher Cross: Yeah, a man hasn't got a chance with these New York detectives.