High Art (1998)
Greta: I'm Greta. I live for Lucy... I mean, I live here, with Lucy.
Lucy: They wanted me to examine my life. I mean, this is it. It's about you right now. I'm thinking about you.
Syd: What's going on? Where's Lucy?
Arnie: Uh... she died this morning.
Syd: That is... a really fucked up thing to say to me. Now... I don't know what Greta told you or anyone else, but you don't know shit about me and Lucy!
Arnie: It doesn't fucking matter now! It doesn't matter.
Lucy: I haven't been deconstructed in a long time.
Syd: Yeah, I bet you hate that.
Lucy: I don't hate it at all.
Greta: I don't know. Maybe I will just go to China. I like China. We had fabulous... Opium there.
Vera: What did you do to yourself? C'mon, tell me! What kind of problem?
Lucy: I don't know. It's not really a problem. It's more of an issue.
Vera: You just said a problem. Is it a problem? Now it's an issue. Is it a problem or an issue?
Lucy: Both. I have a love issue, and a drug problem. Or maybe I have a love problem, and a drug issue. I don't know.
[Her come-on line to Syd]
Lucy: I want to get high with you.
Lucy: Can I take pictures of you?
Syd: Right now? No... I feel like shit right now, I'm kinda wrecked.
Lucy: You look really sexy, actually.
Syd: I did a line of heroin. I don't think I'm used to it...
Arnie: I'll wait for you, ladies. Enjoy your fight. I'll be right here when you're done.
Syd: It's like cultural studies or semiotics. Philosophy, you know? Foucault, Derrida, Kristeva, whatevah.
Arnie: [to Lucy about being shown]
Arnie: That's great, Luce! You've got yourself a cover. Good for fucking you!