Joel: This is working like gangbusters.
Frank: The only Valentine's Day cards I get are from my mother. How pathetic is that?
Stan: He's off the map. He's off the map!
Howard: ...Our files are confidential Mr. Barish so we can't show you any evidence. Suffice it to say, Miss Kruczynski was not happy and she wanted to move on. We provide that possibility.
Howard: You want to empty your home, you want to empty your life, of Clementine.
Clementine: I'm fucking crawling out of my skin. I should've left you at the flea market.
Clementine: Look, I'm sorry if I came off a little nutso, I'm not really.
Joel: That's okay, I really didn't think you were.
Joel: I'm so ashamed.
Clementine: It's okay, you're a little kid.
Clementine: HEY! Lets go out dancing! You want to go out to Montauk with me?
Patrick: Montauk?
Clementine: Yeah, NO! Come out to Boston with me!
Patrick: Sure, we can go next weekend.
Clementine: NO! Now! Now! I have to go see the frozen Charles NOW!
Rob: It's not about us, it's about Joel, who's an adult, okay, not "Momma Carrie's kid"!
Joel: Why would she do that to me?
Rob: Hey does anybody want a joint?
Howard: [overlapping speech] We'll dispose of these mementos when we're done here, that way you won't be confused by their unexplainable presence in your home.
Mary: That was beautiful to watch, Howard. Like a surgeon or a concert pianist.
Carrie: She decided to erase you almost as a lark.
Carrie: You're stoned and you're driving.
Rob: Pot balances me out. Pot brings me up. That's I smoke it if I'm going to be drinking.
Rob: The plane crashed. I didn't crash the plane.
