Terri: We get along okay.
Paul: It's more than just getting along, Ter. You please them. You're like a Stepford Daughter out of a mail-order catalogue.
Terri: Is that... a form of flattery?
Paul: After Dad slammed you on Bristol Hillman? You're not going to tell me that hurt?
Terri: Yeah, it totally hurt.
Paul: Then make a scene! Break something! Scream! Just... something!
Terri: Tantrums were never my thing.
Paul: Look, Terri, you have the most amazing voice I've ever heard, but if you hang with the-world-according-to-Simon-Fletcher any longer, you're going to end up doing "Cats"at the Y, at 40. And that would suck.
Terri: Yeah, that would suck.
Paul: Totally suck.

Terri : Hi! I'm sorry I came in, but I heard you playing and you're really good! I'm Terri. *no response* Your name?
Sloane: Sloane.
Terri: Oh... kay... Okay so there's this guy named Kiwi who's a little weird but he kind of has a crush on you and he's really really sweet and he just wants to get to know you.
Sloane: Kiwi is a weird name.

Aunt Nina: I'm going to tell you something about your dad I don't think you know. He and his friend David, they both got football scholarships to UCLA. And when graduation came around, the family restaurant was doing well, but our parents weren't. And neither of us wanted to stay behind and take care of them, but Simon felt he had to. So David went to UCLA on the scholarship and your dad took over the restaurant. Well, David got caught up in the LA "scene," and... he's been messed up ever since. But I know that if your dad would have taken that scholarship, he would have made it right.
Terri: What does this have to do with me?
Aunt Nina: I dunno... everything?

Terri: It's late and I'm tired and all I want to do is get up to my dorm, ok?
Jay: What's the password?
Terri: Ok. I think we started off on the wrong foot. I'm Terri.
Jay: Jay. *opens the door* It's "monkeys" by the way? the password.
Terri: Mm-hmm.

Jay: You're a serious weirdo, you know that?
Terri: It isn't lucky unless it's face up.
Jay: But, now it's a penny that thinks it's lucky but it isn't.
Terri: Well, now it can be lucky for someone else. Besides haven't you heard of making your own luck?
*Jay looks at the penny and picks it up*
Jay: Well, what do you know? A lucky penny!

Terri: Have you ever lost anyone?
Mr. Torvald: Yeah.
Terri: I just can't let this go.
Mr. Torvald: Well, you're an artist and artists feel things differently than regular people. Look at patsy Cline or Billie Holiday. You can hear it in their voice. Or, Vincent van Gogh. Cut off his ear, but hey, he could paint.
Terri: Vincent van Gogh killed himself.
Mr. Torvald: That's right. That's a bad example. Hey, I'm a music teacher not a shrink. What do you want? I guess... what I'm trying to say is, artists convey emotion. They make an audience feel what they're feeling. You know, that's what it's all about, right? You just have to find a way to take what's in here *points to his head* and put it in here *points to his heart*