"(With Roger, Collins, Angel, and support group while filming) Will I loose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow, from this nightmare?"

"[In Goodbye Love] (To Roger) Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive!"

"How do you document real life, when real life is getting more like fiction each day?"

"We could light the candle… Oh, what'd you do with my candle!"

"But now and then I like to feel good."

"Meow... HA!"

"Get up—life's too quick. I know someplace sick, where this chick'll dance in the flames!"

"In the evening I've got to roam—can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome."

"So let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we are, where all the scars from the nevers and maybes die!"

"I live this moment as my last!"

"No day but today."

"I'm lookin' for baggage that goes with mine."

"AZT break..."

"I should tell you—I blew the candle out, just to get back in."

"Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash."

"The moon glows, the river flows, but I die without you."

"He was the same way. He was always run away, hit the road, don't commit, you're full of shit!"

"I was heading towards this warm, white light, and I swear… Angel was there. And she looked good."

"(saying about angel) "... I'm more of a man than you will ever be, I'm more of a woman than you will ever get""

"Merry Christmas, bitches!"

"(optional line in place of the previous) Happy Kwanzaa, crackers!"

"'Oh, hi,' after seven months?"

"They expelled me for my theory of actual reality."

"That's cute, you still love her."

"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!"