- Woman: But sometimes, people who really love each other, well, they have an uncanny knack for making each other miserable.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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: 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.
- 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 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.
- Woman: [on phone] I'm having, um, you know french fries, french onion soup and um, french toast I think and a pickle. Hm? Yeah, it's all very french except for the pickle.