Conversations with Other Women Quotes

Woman: You're just a dirty old pervert.

Man: Yes, I am. But I'm your dirty old pervert.

[first lines]

Man: Wish me luck.

Woman: Tell me, how old is umm... Sarah the Dancer.

Man: Oh, she's a... she's a college graduate.

Woman: Her age?

Man: She's a recent college graduate.

Woman: Yeah, like 21.

Man: 22.

[Woman walks away. Man follows]

Man: But she's 23 on August the 12th!

Woman: 23 on August the 12th... Well, that's a beautiful age.

Man: Why would you wanna know?

Woman: You know why I wanted to know.

Man: Maybe I do. Say it anyway.

Woman: I wanted to know because I wanted to know. I wanted know if you were flirting with me.

Man: What does Sarah's age have to do with it?

Woman: I am the same age as you, I think, and a man, my age, who prefers 23 on August the 12th might not flirt with someone who is... lets just say 15 years past 23 on August the 12th.

Man: You're 38 and you look it.

Woman: Fuck you.

Man: Right. And next year you're 39, and then 40. And after 40 you may as well die.

Woman: Thanks.

Man: If the cardiologist is, decides that you are too old and decrepit and ugly to be at all lovable, I am available to tolerate you in your golden years.

Woman: Thank you.

Man: If I told you I still loved you, that I always loved you, that I loved you to distraction, would you leave him?

Woman: No.

Man: Why did you come, really?

Woman: Do you want me to say I was hoping I'd see you?

Man: Yes - and I want you to mean it.

Woman: You're so romantic...

Man: By romantic, you mean old fashioned?

Woman: No, by romantic, I mean romantic.

Man: What was your ex-husband like?

Woman: You know perfectly well what he was like.

Man: Mmhmm, refresh my memory.

Woman: No.

Man: Honestly I can't remember - the memory starts to go around forty, you know.

Woman: [sigh] He was red. He was kind of yellow - and black, and pink, and orange, and blue.

Man: What the fuck does that...

Woman: Magenta, purple, maybe a bit of maroon...

Man: Hey! What does that mean?

Woman: I don't know! It's what I see when I close my eyes.

Man: I thought married women aren't supposed to be Bridesmaids.

Woman: Who says?

Man: Bridesmaids are brides in training, they're like matrimonial interns.

Woman: Ah, it's just a small custom.

Man: Bridesmaids are supposed to be virgins.

Woman: Well, I don't see any virgins out there, did you?

Man: I didn't check.

Man: [in bed, before they are about to have sex] What are you thinking?

Woman: That it's probably a mistake.

Man: You don't have to do this.

Woman: As if the act in itself mattered.

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Woman: It's technicality. Don't you know what we're already done?

Woman: I'm sorry. Come here. It was just something... it was just different. I didn't expect it. You used to be so thin. I mean you were insubstantial, really.

Man: God, the complements keep coming.

Woman: Yeah, but now... Now, you know what? Look at it this way. There's a grandness to you.Like, you know, the rings in a tree trunk asserting the passage of the time: Like "I have earned the right to fill up more space in the one universe."

Man: That's bullshit.

Woman: I tried.

Man: What's it like being a doctor's wife?

Woman: A bit better than being a lawyer's wife. My first husband was a lawyer, so you see I have experienced both.

Man: And what's the difference?

Woman: The lawyer wore nicer suits.

Woman: [Man takes off his t-shirt] Oh my god, you're fat.

[Man puts his t-shirt back on]

Man: I am not.

Woman: Yea, you are. You're far fatter than you're used to be.

Man: And you're far crueler than you used to be.

[Last lines]

Man: It's good to be happy. But it's so fucking hard, you know.

Man: Do you dance?

Woman: Um, you know what, I find much less occasion for it these days. Um, I used to dance quite often, before I, well, turned twenty-five, but, um, you know it was a club or party or something. But now, now that I'm, well, older than twenty-five, I just find less occasion for it. I just, I guess the dancing phase of my life is over. I'm afraid my skills have atrophied.

Man: Yeah, maybe I should have been a little bit more clear. Um, I meant, would you dance with me?

Woman: Yeah yeah, I knew what you meant, I was just stalling.

Man: I know how old you are, you know.

Woman: I know.

Man: Then why do you always hesitate when you say your age?

Woman: I don't. Because it's getting to be a surprisingly large number. And I don't like how it sounds. When I say it, it sounds like a lie.

Man: I'm the same age as you.

Woman: Oh, please, I shouldn't even have to tell you that it's different for men.

Man: You call more attention to it when you don't say it bluntly.

Woman: Mm, good advice. I'll remember that.