I think she is the saddest girl to ever hold a martini.

-Red dress, strappy shoes?
And she seems to be crying.


-When did you stop caring, David?
-Caring about what?
-About the consequences of the promises that you've made.
-Promises?
-Yeah, the promises.
-I thought...
-Get the fuck-- What are you talking about?
-Do you understand how hard it is to pretend to be your buddy?
-David, I love you.
I fucking love you!
I fucking love you!
Fuck!
Twenty-four hours a day, I live with this aching possibility...
that you might call me to do something.
-Just slow down. I want you to stop the car!
-Don't you know when you sleep with someone...
your body makes a promise whether you do or not?