"Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle, and I'm sick of grading papers, that I know. I'm drowning in my sleep I need a muzzle. And all this misery pays no salary, so…"

"Lets open up a restaurant in Santa Fé! Lovely Santa Fé would be NICE!"

"Yeah, I teach. Computer age philosophy. When my students would rather watch TV."

"In honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner - Maureen Johnson, back from her one night performance at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards, through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she ain't never studied."

"[To Joanne] You got engagedededed!"

"The benevolent god ushers the poor artists back to their flat. Full story tonight on Buzzline."

"Hey, it's me! Throw down the key."

"(cut line) after Mark throws down key Thanks you honk headed albino f***!"

"Come at me bro"

"In truths that she learned/Or in times that he cried/In bridges he burned/Or the way that she died"

"I'm Angel... come on, let's get you cleaned up..."

"But sure as I am here, that dog is now in doggy hell."

"Back on the street, where I met my sweet, where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete. The nurse took him home for some Mercurochrome, then I dressed his wounds and got him back on his feet!"

"Singing! Today for you tomorrow for me! Today for you tomorrow for me!"

"Times are shitty but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse."

"And Pussy Galore... in person"

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?"

"Share love, give love, spread love."

"I'm so mad that I don't know what to do! Fighting with microphones, freezing down to my bones, and to top it all off, I'm with YOU!"

"You should try it...in heels."

"[To Maureen] Does everything have to be about you?"

"Don't. You. Dare."

"I make lists in my sleep, baby, what's my sin?"

"We used to have this fight each night! She'd never admit I existed!"

"Didn't give an inch when I gave a mile!"

"She'd been living on the street. We found her in the park. She wanted to come here."

"It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer, and fuel oil, pushed off a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse!"

"Only thing to do is jump over the moon. Over the moon."

"Hey Mister... she's my sister."

"TO THE STAGE!"

"What a frickin' sweetheart!"

"I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed YOU out! I didn't stay at the Kink Club last night because YOU wanted to go home!"

"There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!"

"Kiss, Pookie?"

"IIIII gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta.....gotta gotta find a way to jump over the moon!"

"So much more original than any of us. You'd find an old table cloth on the street and make a dress then...then the next year sure enough they'd be mass producing them at the Gap.....you always said how lucky you were that we were all friends.....but it was us baby.....who were the lucky ones...."

"The enemy of Avenue A....we'll stay."

"Benny? THAT FUCK!"

"Roger and Mark: How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart!"

"Mark, Roger, and Tenants: How can you connect in an age when strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?"