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Godot finally turns up

"I gotta be me!"

"Mr. Right!"

Pastorius wonders why.

'I don't like Gerald as a person, but I like him as a concept.'

'After sex he checks his cell phone messages.'

"She married and then divorced, and then she married and divorced, and then she married and lived happily ever after."

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"Instead of making a long-term commitment to marriage, I've decided to lease a man."

"Events seem to be headed in the right direction. Unfortunately, it's not taking me with it."

"The artist-in-residence is struggling a bit, but other than that we're fine."

"I want more than anonymous sex. I want anonymous intimacy."

Spooning

'Take this stick-drive and open the file 'John's Emotional Baggage'. It'll save a lot of time.'

"I'd love to spend more time with you, Jason, but you're not on my fall schedule."

"In closing, I'd just like to say you've been a great crowd, folks. Don't forget to tip your waitress, and I hope this final number breaks your heart the way show business broke mine."

Lord Byron

"I was surprised myself, but living apart, seeing other people, and having virtually nothing to do with each other actually has made our marriage stronger."

"These brisk fall afternoons remind me of Chekhov, which reminds me of Putin, then Trump, the alt-right, facism, nuclear weapons ... let's go home."

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'Darling, how romantic...a pre-nup.'

'In an inexplicable attack of nerves, Elliot becomes the first person ever to screw up John Cage's 4'33'.

"I never turn into a prince on a first date."

'I hate my life.

'We don't text anymore.'

'One question, Vicar. Is it bad luck to invite any of the other people we're sleeping with?'

'Dreams of how it might have been.'

"Half-full. Those were the days."

'I can't believe she married the prince after only one date.'

"I like what you've done with your apartment and your clothes."

Got suspicious after he asked to see a recent picture and she sent over an oil painting.

A depressed artist imagines a drawing, but it turns black.

'This is a simple proclamation-of-lack-of-interest date.'