Movie: Autumn in new York (Autumn in New York)

- She's got really small head!
- Hmm, maybe that's why it hard to talk.

- Dolly, I can't believe it!
- Don't spill cocktail.
Yes, Yes sorry. Oh, My God!
Yeah, I know, slightly kicked my ass, right?
Oh no, you look wonderful.
- Willy, don't give garbage.

- OK, pig, I'm ready!
Of bruuuu, it's me after all, what would you say if we start with good morning?
- Oh My God! I'm sorry... wait Who is that?

What is the meaning to be young and beautiful if not to keep men waiting?

- You look guilty.
I think.

- What have I done to you?
- You killed other women.
- I saved you for them.

I was the best thing that happened in your life.

Time is a thief. Today you are rich as Croesus. And tomorrow you're happy, if you can afford pistachios.

- You want a cocktail?
Yes. Whiskey. Undiluted.
- Our people!
(Would you like a cocktail?
- Yes, of course.
- Scotch?
- Clean, please.
- This is our way.)

It has long been known. There are only two kinds of love stories. The guy loses the girl or she him. So, it is. Someone always ends up alone.

- Looks like rain. Want to drink a Cup of coffee, catch a ride on the West Side?
- Oh, no! You will leave the universe and me for a Cup of coffee?

Didn't I tell you that it was improper to stare at a girl when she eats like a pig?

Hat is like a line of women's hips.
(Hat - like line of the thigh of a young girl.)

- Don't you think I'm too old for you?
- No, I love Antiques.
(I'm too old for you.
- No, I love Antiques. Or aspire to it.)