“I am not getting all Fay Wray on your ass. I’m just afraid of heights.”
“Hey, I would love a Jaguar for my birthday. But did you see that woman? She was terrified.”
“All right! You do not look like you just walked out of Klein’s Basement. Excuse my attempt at a facetious, Manhattan-centric anachronism!”
“You are not ‘too old’ for that dress because it is not a dress. It is a bathing suit.”
“Because I’m gay and because my boyfriend would kill me. Otherwise, you know, sure, I’d love to.”
“Okay, you’re right. The freeway is quicker. You win again. Now please put me down.”
“Well, if you weren’t crushing my ass, maybe I could sustain an erection.”
“Hey, I totally agree. A guy who honks at women, he deserves a fiery death. Totally.”
“You could probably catch them more easily if you used both hands. I mean, that’s just a theory.”
“I’m sorry I raised my voice. I’m the agent, you’re the star. You have every reason to be angry. But killing me isn’t going to help your career. Well, not as much as letting me live. And if I’m wrong, well, you know, you still have the option.”
