Rebecca Dearborn: What is any life without the pursuit of a dream?
Sofía: But I just think good things will happen, if you are a good person with a good attitude, don't you think?
David: These? These are more than headaches. These are steel plates slicing through my every thought.
[Sofía is taking David's mask off]
David: How bad is it?
Sofía: ...Well... your ears are in the right place... And the rest of it... is not bad at all. It's perfect!
David: Technical Support!
Thomas Tipp: ...maybe you should let people see you, yeah? I mean, the last time we were together, you were, you were, you were in a coma, and you were very fucking rude to me. You didn't say a word.
Thomas Tipp: Do you know they even got a... well, a nickname for you behind your back? Heh? Citizen Dildo.
David: I WANNA WAKE UP!
Brian: [after they had a near fatal crash with a Mack truck] My own death was right there in front of me, and do you know what happened? YOUR life flashed before my eyes.
David: How was it?
Brian: Almost worth dying for.
David: Even in my dreams I feel like an idiot who's about to wake up.
David: I can't believe you just said that. That is what I love about you. Only you would say something like that.
[Sofia looks uneasy]
David: You'll meet me in another life when we are both cats! Cats! Ha-ha! Meow!
David: He never watched television, and yet his biggest magazine is still the TV Digest.
David: And to what do I owe this pleasure?
Sofía: The pleasure of Sofia Serrano.
David: Thomas Tipp was right; people will read again.
David: Is it me?
David: Say everything now, now, now, now.
David: Doc, once you've been driven off a bridge at 80 miles an hour, somehow you don't invite happiness in without a full body search.
Julie: Don't ever say that word. I will never come over and bring you chicken soup and fuck your brains out again.
