David: You're a shrink! You gotta be better than that!
Dr. Curtis McCabe: Let's not stereotype each other. Not all rich kids are soulless, and not all psychologists care about dreams.
Edmund: It's been a brilliant journey of self-awakening. And now you've simply got to ask yourself this: What is happiness to you, David?
Dr. Curtis McCabe: You do understand that our time is limited, don't you?
David: If I talk... you'll just think I'm crazy.
Dr. Curtis McCabe: With all the possible respect I can offer a man wearing a latex mask and spouting conspiracy theories, David, believe me, you've crossed that bridge.
Sofía: [Sarcastically, as she looks at a glass case in David's apartment] So, this is what's become of rock-and-roll - a smashed guitar behind a glass case displayed on some rich guy's wall!
David: [has taken the mask off and is ordering drinks from a large barman at the club] Give me a Budweiser and a shot of tequila
Barman: [avoiding eye contact with David] What kind of tequila?
David: [trying to make eye contact] What did you say to me?
Barman: [Still avoiding looking at David] I said, what
kind of tequila?
David: Why don't you ask me to my face, bitch?
Barman: [finally makes eye contact]
David: Patron, if you have it
David: [later] Another shot, another Bud
Barman: [pouring shot] This one's on the house
David: Why?
Barman: It just is
[locks eyes with Daivd]
Barman: bitch.