- Mr. Maxwell: Mrs. Ladd, I... I hope you didn't misunderstand what I was trying to say before. I... I...
- Jane: I didn't misunderstand, Mr. Maxwell. At least I don't *think* I did.
- Mr. Maxwell: I was merely leading up to, well... seeing if we might have supper together sometime.
- Jane: You're a virgin, aren't you, Mr. Maxwell?
- Mr. Maxwell: Well... Well, yes I am.
- Jane: I think we should uh... fix that, don't you?
- Mara: So, what's Wilson doing for recreation, anyway? Bowling or anything like that?
- Jane: He goes down to the neighborhood bar, hangs out with the guys, has a coupla drinks. He has *one* friend. One real good friend, John Fields.
- Mara: John Fields. You fucked him yet?
- Jane: Mara! Wilson and I don't have a relationship like that! We really love each other.
- Mara: You mean you haven't been with any other men, and do you really think Wilson has been true blue to you?
- Jane: You don't know Wilson, these days.
- Mara: Apparently not. Maybe he *has* changed, but when he was with me, all he wanted to do was fuck me three or four times a day and then take off and get some strange stuff for in-between.