- Judith Moore: When you're laying in the gutter, you can see underneath people better than usual.
- Liz Bailey: You don't seem the gutter type.
- Judith Moore: Oh, I'm a native. I just clean up well.
- Judith Moore: [heckling the female singer on amateur night] Oh... oh GOD. You are PAINFUL! I mean, if you're going to go after a dream, pick the right one. I'm sure you're a very nice person, but face the music. Can you even HEAR the music?
- Liz Bailey: I was married. My husband cheated on me left and right. One day he tells me it's MY fault he saw other women. So I picked up a knife, and told him it was HIS fault I was stabbing him.
- Judith Moore: I want to feel my life. I want to stop agreeing to things, I don't really want.
- Pat: Then stop!
- Drunken Fan: I swear sometimes you make me cry.
- Liz Bailey: Oh yeah?
- Drunken Fan: Yeah, 'cause when you sing, it's not about just you. It's not about just NOW... it's about the whoooooole BLACK experience. When black people sing sentimental songs, it's not just sentimental, they're not sentimental at all right?
- [soliciting agreement from Pat and Judith]
- Drunken Fan: And do you know why?
- Liz Bailey: Why?
- Drunken Fan: Because of the pain.
- Liz Bailey: That's right. I have the pain. I'm FULL o' pain. Well you know what?
- Drunken Fan: What?
- Liz Bailey: Thank you for coming.
- Drunken Fan: [effortlessly taking the hint and rising from table] OK... I gotta go, but you keep on singin'... you keep on singin' now.
- Liz Bailey: I got plenny o' bad times left to sing about don' chew worry.
- Drunken Fan: OK, bye.
- [camera pans to Pat and Judith who laugh as the woman leaves]
- Liz Bailey: Bye.
- [turning to Judith]
- Liz Bailey: . This is YOUR fault!
- Judith Moore: Something happened Pat, in just a second I saw it. It's like all this time I haven't been paying attention and all of a sudden I could see it. I don't know anything anymore, I don't know how long it will last or if it's wright or wrong. Maybe all we have are seconds we see clearly.
- [Thinking, after watching the news]
- Judith Moore: Awful, awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do about crack babies? Terrorism? I can't stand those terrorists, they're so mad at everybody, I wish they'd just get over it! Maybe I should adopt a crack baby, sent it to a good school, get a chance of... Oh shut up! I'm gonna raise an inner city child in this building? I can't stand the people in this building, with their jeeps and their loafers. Their mean, stuck-up private school kids will make fun of my crack baby, my crack baby will have no play dates, poor kid. Awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do with all this information? Awful, awful, awful.
- Judith Moore: What is the point of what you're doing?
- Woman with Makeup: Excuse me?
- Judith Moore: Fixing your makeup. He's going to dump you eventually for someone younger, so what is the point? I mean, you're a nice looking woman. Why does everything have to be about men?
- Judith Moore: [to Pat after confronting her ex-husband in the elevator] I mean the situation CLEARLY called for me to attack him!
- Drunken Fan: I swear sometimes you make me cry.
- Liz Bailey: Oh yeah?
- Drunken Fan: Yeah, 'cause when you sing, it's not about just you. It's not about just NOW... it's about the whoooooole BLACK experience. When black people, I mean African-American people sing sentimental songs, it's not just sentimental, they're not sentimental at all right?
- [soliciting agreement from Pat and Judith]
- Drunken Fan: And do you know why?
- Liz Bailey: Why?
- Drunken Fan: Because of the pain to back it up.
- Liz Bailey: That's right... you're right. I have the pain. I'm FULL o' pain. Well you know what?
- Drunken Fan: What?
- Liz Bailey: Thank you for coming.
- Drunken Fan: [effortlessly taking the hint and rising from table] I think you are SO great... you keep on singin'... you keep on singin' now.
- Liz Bailey: I got plenny o' bad times left to sing about don' chew worry... get home safe!
- Drunken Fan: OK, bye.
- [camera pans to Pat and Judith who laugh as the woman leaves]
- Liz Bailey: Bye.
- [turning to Judith]
- Liz Bailey: . This is YOUR fault!
- Bob's Wife: It was never my intention to break up a home. I come from a strong solid family background; my parents have been married for 25 years...
- Judith Moore: Wow, you sound great! Can I fuck you?