Harry: I have never lied to you, I have always told you some version of the truth.
Erica: The truth doesn't have versions, okay?

Harry: I just have one question: What's with the turtlenecks? I mean it's the middle of summer.
Erica: Well I guess I'm just a turtleneck kind of gal.
Harry: You never get hot?
Erica: No.
Harry: Never?
Erica: Not lately.

Julian: The woman is really very brilliant, but she cannot hold her liquor.
Erica: I like that about me.
Harry and Julian: Me too.
Erica: If I were writing this, this is where I would write "an awkward moment".
Harry: Honey, if you were writing this, I'd be DEAD!

Erica: What are you doing here, Harry?
Harry: Turns out the heartattack was easy to get over. You... were something else. I finally get it. I'm 63 years old... and I'm in love for the first time in my life.

Harry: Where's Julian?
Erica: He's back at the hotel. He said when he saw me with you, he knew I was still in love with you... what do you have to say about that?
Harry: If... if it's true, my life just got made.