While We're Young (2014)
Josh: For the first time in my life I've stopped thinking of myself as a child imitating an adult.
Cornelia: You feel that way too?
Cornelia: It's like their apartment is full of everything we once threw out, but it looks so good the way they have it.
Josh: It's like... he once saw a sincere person and he's been imitating him ever since.
Cornelia: I wish you'd look at me the way you look at Jamie and Darby. When we first met, you wooed me with romantic e-mails.
Josh: It wouldn't make sense for me to send you e-mails now that we're in the same room all the time.
Josh: I like our life as it is.
Cornelia: Yeah. I mean if we wanted to take off to Paris tomorrow we could.
Josh: If we're gonna do it, we should plan it with at least a month in advance.
Cornelia: A month is still in the realm of spontaneity.
Fletcher: Before you have a kid, everyone tells you, "It's the best thing you'll ever do." And as soon as you get the baby back from the hospital, those same people are like, "Don't worry, it gets better."
Dr. Nagato: You have arthritis in your knee.
Josh: Arthritis arthritis?
Dr. Nagato: Yes. I usually just say it once.
Josh: Let's have kids.
Cornelia: I don't want this to be 'Every time you take a hallucinogen you want to have a baby'.
Josh: Not every time.
Josh: You know, fuck you.
Cornelia: Fuck you. Don't talk to me like that.
Josh: I'm saying "fuck you" the way Jamie and Darby say it, where it's not a real "fuck you," it's a semi-playful "fuck you."
Cornelia: We're not Jamie and Darby. We don't talk to each other that way. If you say "fuck you" to me, it feels like a real "fuck you."
Josh: It is real.
Cornelia: Fuck you. And not semi-playfully either.
Josh: Fuck you. Total, real, cutting-to-the-core, fuck you.
Cornelia: My dad likes saying, "The more, the more."
Josh: That's because your dad has everything and then he gets more.
Josh: I've learned along the way you can discover more by allowing yourself to be surprised by what you encounter.
Tim: Why is it that when one person picks up their phone, everybody else has to?
Cornelia: I just have a quick thing...
Tim: Each of us is so certain that we've got the most important thing to do right now.
Cornelia: [still using her phone] I know, it's so rude.
Jamie: I really loved your film. That scene with the dogs around the garbage. How did you stage that?
Josh: I said 'Hey, shoot those dogs'.
Cornelia: They made a house out of twigs. And the wolf came.
Josh: He blows it down.
Cornelia: Yeah, but what happens in the middle?
Josh: I keep wanting to do 'This little piggy went to the market, but that's with the toes'.
Cornelia: We've got this Ayahuasca ceremony this weekend with Jamie and Darby.
Marina: What's an Ayahuasca ceremony?
Cornelia: You drink this sludgy liquid and you hallucinate and vomit up your demons.
Marina: Okay. Well, we're just having a cookout and maybe playing charades.
Leslie Breitbart: How's my daughter?
Josh: How's she seem to you?
Leslie Breitbart: Seems well.
Josh: So why are you asking me?
Title card: From Henrik Ibsen's "The Master Builder"
Solness: The funny thing is that I've become so disturbed by younger people!
Hilde: What? Younger people?
Solness: Yes, they upset me so much that I've sort of closed my doors here and locked myself in. Because I'm afraid they're going to come here, and they're going to knock on the door, and then they're going to break in.
Hilde: Well, I think maybe you should open the door and let them in.
Solness: Open the door?
Hilde: Yes - so that they can just gently and quietly come inside, and it can be something good for you...
Solness: Open the door?
[a beach ball hits Josh's head]
Josh: Aaaah, what the shit? Watch it!
Ball thrower: I love you!
Josh: Ah, all right.
Darby: You know, me and Jamie, always wondered how are we gonna get old? And the answer is... just like everyone else.
Jamie: I mean, you're producing but he could bless it, essentially.
Cornelia: Bless it? Like a sneeze?
Jamie: No. I was thinking more like the pope.
Cornelia: Josh, you know the world isn't a giant conspiracy against you.