Andre: Oh look there is a young person.
Nicole: To late, they got him.

Andre: It's beautiful, isn't it?
Nicole: It's ok.

Diana: Andre, you're in luck. I'm still single. How about you?

Andre: I'm having an affair with my phone machine.

Andre: *sees what she's wearing* What-- what's that?
Nicole: What's the matter?
Andre: What are you wearing?
Nicole: My bathing suit!
Andre: The whole thing?
Nicole: What, you don't like it?
Andre: Are you sure you didn't leave part of it in the box?
Nicole: Get real, Andre. Everybody's wearing them.
Andre: Everyone's staring at you!
Nicole: No, everyone's staring at you.
Andre: I insist you change!
Nicole: And I insist you loosen up, Andre, dear. *kisses his cheek and leaves*
Stella: Now she's French.

Andre: 353 Central Park West.
Taxi driver: How do you wanna get there?
Andre: By taxi.

Andre: *about the dog* He doesn't remember me. He's peeing on me.
Megan: That proves that he remembers you.

Nicole: You know one of these day I'm leaving and I'm never coming back.
Megan: Fine. Go live with your father.
Nicole: You're such a bitch.

Andre: I've been around.
Nicole: Could've fooled me.

Ben: This beach is private property. How'd you get here anyway?
Nicole: I walked here.
Ben: You walked here? Well, that was stupid. A young kid like yourself walking under those cliffs.
Nicole: A kid? Please. I'm 18.

Nicole: You're a pain.
Andre: I know. I know.

Ben: Hi.
Nicole: For your information I walked here too.

Ben: Your friend?
Nicole: Andre?
Ben: Yeah. Is he your boyfriend?
Nicole: Yeah. Yeah, he's my boyfriend.
Ben: Well, it's none of my business, but he looks pretty ancient.
Nicole: He's not that old. Besides I like older men.
Ben: Do you sleep with him?
Nicole: No.
Ben: You don't?
Nicole: No. I mean, yeah, but not in the same room.
Ben: Not in the same room?
Nicole: I mean not technically in the same room. Because when we travel, he has to tell people he's my father.
Ben: Why?
Nicole: Well, I'm not 18 like I said I was.
Ben: Well, that's pretty obvious. How old are you?
Nicole: Sixteen. So he has to pretend he's my father because of all the stupid laws and stuff, but working here I'm sure you see that kind of thing a lot.

Ben: So he's like your sugar daddy?
Nicole: Hmm? Yeah. Sort of. He saved me.
Ben: From what?
Nicole: From my boyfriend, Dwayne. From a life on the streets. When I met Andre, I was a runaway. I was into dope pretty bad.
Ben: Really, you were?
Nicole: Well, I started with the easy stuff, you know, like sniffing glue. Stuff like that. Then I went to the hard stuff. I was stealing to support my habit, and I got busted. That's when Andrew found me. He turned my life around.
Ben: So he's like a father to you?
Nicole: You could say that, yeah.

Andre: She hates me.
Diana: Don't be silly. Nickim idolizes you.

Nicole: My father? He's in prison for armed robbery. He knocked of a liquor store, shot the owner, and took customers hostaged. He drove through five states before the cops caught him.

Andre: She thinks love is like some fairy tale.

Nicole: My mother is a prostitute. She ran off with her pimp.
Ben: So what's this guy, Andre, like?
Nicole: Most of the time, he's really nice. He has a pretty bad temper though and he gets jealous real easy. He was in jail too.
Ben: You're kidding me?
Nicole: But who am I to criticize. I mean, without Andre, I don't know where I'd be right now. I'd probably wouldn't be alive.

Diana: She wants what every woman from 14 to 90 wants?
Andre: What's that?
Diana: A nice beautiful romance.

Andre: Have you seen my daughter?
Bartender: You have a daughter?
Andre: Yes, she's with me all the time.
Bartender: Oh that's your daughter.
Andre: Who'd you think it was? My mother?

Andre: This whole island is crazy.

Mike: What is with those french guys?
Fred: I'm telling you, it's the accent.

Nicole: Daddy, I can I talk to you about something?
Andre: Of course. You can talk to me about anything.
Nicole: Anything?
Andre: Anything at all. What is it? Tell me.
Nicole: Promise not to yell.
Andre: I promise. Now tell me.
Nicole: It's really not that bad.
Andre: Tell me.
Nicole: You said you wouldn't yell.
Andre: That was not yelling, trust me.
Nicole: I told Ben you weren't my father.
Andre: Why?
Nicole: Because I wanted to impress him.
Andre: What did you tell him I was? A famous piantist? A writer? What?
Nicole: I told him you were my lover.
Andre: Are you serious?
Nicole: Yes.
Andre: Are you out of your mind?! What the hell were you thinking about?
Nicole: You're yelling.
Andre: Of course I'm yelling. My daughter tells some stranger that he father is her...her...
Nicole: LOVER!
Andre: Oh God. I hate that word.

Andre: Why? Why do you make up such stories?
Nicole: I don't know. They just come naturally to me.

Andre: Do you love him?
Nicole: Yeah. I think so. I mean, yes I do.

Nicole: Besides if I tell him I made all this up, he'll hate me. He'll think I'm some kind of liar.
Andre: You are.
Nicole: My whole life will be ruined.
Andre: No. No, no your life will not be ruined. Mine maybe, yours won't.

Nicole: Promise you won't get mad?
Andre: Why do I get so frightened everytime you ask me that?
Nicole: Because of your heart.
Andre: My heart? What about my heart?
Nicole: I told him you were dying.
Andre: I'm dying now?!

Andre: What's the matter with you?
Nicole: I don't know. When I start lying I can't stop. It's kind of addicting.

Nicole: Can you believe he called me a liar?
Andre: What nerve.

Nicole: Who are you going to miss more? Me or Andre?
Ben: You.

Raymond: He's going under.
Nicole: What do you mean he's going under? Do something, do something. Daddy! Daddy! He's drowning.
Ben: *under his breath* Daddy?