- Porter: I understand that you were an intimate of Hemingway's.
- Eugenie's Father: Intimate? Is that some kind of homo thing?
- Eugenie: Mother, I think you really have a problem.
- Eugenie's Mother: You're damned right I have a problem. He won't do it to me anymore. Yes, his limp carrot is the root of all my problems. All my doctors tell me so. Every motherfucking one of them.
- [Raises glass]
- Eugenie's Mother: Fucking. Going upstairs.
- Porter: [while staring at a woman's cleavage] It's the city! The city is good, it's curvy, it sticks out, it's... What?