Patricia: I love you! Joe: I love you too! But your timing
sucks!
Luggage Salesman: Have you thought much about luggage, Mr.
Banks? Joe Banks: No. Luggage Salesman: It's the central
preoccupation of my life.
Patricia: I'm soul sick.
Waponi Chief: Do you want to marry him? Patricia: Yes. Waponi
Chief: Do you want to marry her? Joe Banks: Yes. Waponi
Chief: Good. You're married.
Samuel Harvey Graynamore: Oh, not a nice place you have
here, Joe.
Patricia: You mean you were diagnosed with something called
a brain cloud and didn't ask for a second opinion?
Dr. Ellison: And what did you do in the fire department?
Joe: Well... I put out fires.
Dr. Ellison: You have some time left, Mr. Banks. You have
some life left. My advice to you is: live it well.
Joe: I've never been to L.A. before. Angelica: What do you
think? Joe: It looks fake. I like it!
Joe: So I'm not sick? Except for this terminal disease?
Mr. Waturi: I know he can get the job, but can he do the
job?
Patricia: Nobody knows anything, Joe. We'll take this leap,
and we'll see. We'll jump, and we'll see. That's life, right?
Angelica: You're in a rotten mood. Patricia: It's the sunshine.
Get's me down.
Patricia: My father says that almost the whole world is
asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody
you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and
they live in a state of constant total amazement.
