"I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse."
"I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, ‘Sleep tight, ya morons!"
"Hey, how old are you, anyways?"
"But it isn't just that. It's everything. I hate living in New York and all...and being introduced to phony guys that call the Lunts angels"
"Stop screaming at me, please,"
"I wished to God I hadn't even phoned her. When I'm drunk, I'm a madman."
"Then I took my hunting hat out of my coat pocket and gave it to her."