Sylvia: How big is the universe?
Sylvia: How do you know for sure?
John: I don't, I just believe it.
Sylvia: It's the same with love I guess...
=I'm terrified, petrified, mortified, stupified by you.
=Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity. (???????)
=I don't exactly know what I am required to say in order for you to have intercourse with me. But could we assume that I said all that. I mean essentially we are talking about fluid exchange right? So could we go just straight to the sex.
= Does anyone else feel like she's moving in slow motion?
=Alicia: [about the stars] I once tried to count them all. I, actually, made it to 4,348. Nash: You are exceptionally odd. Alicia: I bet you're very popular with the girls.
='Did you know that having a hangover is not having enough water in your body to run your Krebs cycles? Which is exactly what happens to you when you're dying of thirst. So, dying of thirst would probably feel pretty much like the hangover that finally bloody kills you.' (дааааа! Цикл Кребса!! )
=A pair of odd ducks then.
= God must be a painter. Why else would we have so many colors?