Melinda and Melinda
2004
Hobie: What? What's going on? Wait, all? we used to make love all the time and now, there's always an excuse. Susan: I told you, I'm going through an emotionally difficult time creatively. Hobie: You feel like we don't communicate anymore? Susan: Of course we communicate. Now can we not talk about it anymore?
Lee: It's who you know, Laurel. Life is all networking!
Melinda: I'm an art historian... at least that's what I majored in at Brandeis.
Laurel: Melinda had a reputation for being Postmodern in bed.
Susan: I wish we could afford a pad in the Hamptons. Everybody who's anybody has one. Hobie: But if you're somebody who's nobody, it's no fun to be around anybody who's everybody.
Hobie: So, I have to ask you, how'd you go from living on the Upper East Side to St. Louis? Melinda: I moved there for him. He was gorgeous. He was talented, he was sexy, he was a doctor, he was charming... Hobie: Yes, but where's the attraction? Melinda: He just knew how to touch me. Hobie: You mean emotionally? Melinda: No, with his hands.
Hobie: I had no idea a Republican could be that sexy.
Melinda: What I wouldn't give to wake up and find my whole life has been a bad dream and we're all still 17.
Greg: What do you do for exercise? Hobie: Tiddly winks. And an occasional anxiety attack.
Hobie: I have to tell you something. I'm a Liberal. Stacey: Politically, or in the bedroom? Hobie: Politically. In the bedroom I'm a left-wing Liberal.
Susan: Do it, Hobie, it's good manners. Hobie: Since when do I have good manners?