Florence Barrett:
A writer looks for trouble.
Howard Prince:
No, wrong. A lunatic looks for trouble.
[
last lines]
Howard Prince:
Fellas... I don't recognize the right of this committee to ask me these kind of questions. And furthermore, you can all go fuck yourselves.
Howard Prince:
Swimming's not a sport, swimming's what you do so that you shouldn't drown.
Howard Prince:
Where are you from?
Florence Barrett:
Connecticut.
Howard Prince:
That's very ritzy.
Florence Barrett:
It's very proper anyway. I was very well bred - the kind of family where the biggest sin was to raise your voice.
Howard Prince:
Oh yeah? In my family the biggest sin was to pay retail.
Florence Barrett:
Do you want a drink?
Howard Prince:
[
Distracted and worried] Yeah, but just a drink.
Sam:
This friend of yours, Alfred Miller...
Howard Prince:
We went to school together.
Sam:
And you had no idea that he was a Communist?
Howard Prince:
He was only 12.
Howard Prince:
[
to Sam] I - I still don't see why we can't fix it. You know what I me...? Pay somebody off 'cau - 'cause how much cou-could it cost, you know, 'cause they're just Congressmen?
Hecky Brown:
[
after gulping a glass of scotch] You know, I never learned how to sip a drink. When I was very little, every evening before supper my father would pour a shot glass full of whiskey, mumble a prayer,
[
He emulates his father by mumbling in Yiddish]
Hecky Brown:
and down it went! I thought that was the way you drank.
Hecky Brown:
[
Parting words to Howard] Take care of yourself. The water is full of sharks.
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