Ray: Every story has an end. But in life, every ending is just a new beginning.
Neal: When I'm not ready, you hunt me down. When I try and make it work, you're not interested.
Molly Gunn: You know, ever since we met, it's about what I'm doing wrong... but I'm not the one with the problem here, Neal. You are, you and your selfishness. All you do is take and - I've got nothing for you right now, so... maybe it's time to start thinking about someone other than yourself. 'Till then...
Ray: When you work for me, you leave when I say you can leave.
Molly Gunn: For your information, I do not work for you. I am employed by your mother.
Ray: Oh, yeah? Take a look around. Do you see her anywhere? News flash - you're not gonna unless you make an appointment with her assistant, or hang around her bedroom door at 3:00 in the morning. In the meantime you're working for me.
Molly Gunn: Oh, Is that so?
Molly Gunn: News flash, Mussolini... I quit!
[swings kitchen door]
Ray: Swinging door.
[swinging door hits Molly in the face]
[Ray is hitting a classmate and shouting]
Ray: Take it back.
Molly Gunn: What are you doing?
[Molly breaks the girls apart and takes Ray away]
Molly Gunn: Have you gone mad? There is never, ever an excuse for hitting another person. What is going on?
Ray: She was laughing at me because her "au pair" said that my new nanny was a slutbag whore.
[Molly goes at it with the au pair]
Ray: Are you still moping over that disgusting guy? Other people always let you down. Why don't you forget them and do something for yourself?
Molly Gunn: Like what?
Ray: I don't know. Something you're good at. And I don't mean shopping.
Molly Gunn: Maybe some of us aren't good at anything.
Ray: Every grown-up is good at something. Oh, my bad. I don't see any grown-ups around here.
Molly Gunn: What's so great about being a grown-up anyway? So I can turn out like you?
Ray: You're scared.
Molly Gunn: I'm so sorry, Mrs Schleine.
Roma Schleine: Thanks for coming, Miss Gunn.
Molly Gunn: Are you kidding? Nothing could keep me away at a time like this.
Roma Schleine: [she places a check in front of Molly] Last week's pay and a month's severance.
Molly Gunn: Severance?
Roma Schleine: We're letting you go.
Molly Gunn: We?
Roma Schleine: That's right. Me and Ray. We. Goodnight, Miss Gunn.
Molly Gunn: I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving without an explanation.
Roma Schleine: I don't know what's been going on between you and my daughter, but she has made it clear that she never wants to see you again.
Molly Gunn: She must be going out of her mind with grief.
Roma Schleine: Actually, she's taking it rather well. I was at my afternoon staff meeting when I got the news about my husband. I came home to find Ray doing her homework. She's been very calm and level-headed about this whole affair.
Molly Gunn: You call that taking it well? Do you know what étage your daughter's at in ballet, Mrs Schleine? Or that she was banned from her science class for stealing a formaldehyde pig so she could give it a proper burial on central park? And the tea set you got her - it's exquisite and beautiful, but do you know how she likes to have her tea, how many lumps - one lump, two - cream, sugar?
Roma Schleine: And the point of your little tirade is...
Molly Gunn: That you're right. You don't know what goes on between me and Ray because you don't know very much about your own daughter.
Roma Schleine: I know my daughter well enough to respect her wishes.
Molly Gunn: You don't give her respect. You give her whatever she asks for so that you don't have to deal wit her. She's eight years old.
[tears her check]
Molly Gunn: She is not 28. Please remember that the next time you show her some respect.
[Molly is dancing in the park]
Ray: Act your age, not your shoe size.
Ray: [narration] Some fairy tales are true, most of there stories we make up to help us deal with real life; it all depends on your point of view, but here are the facts... there was once a princess, who lived in a castle, high above the streets of an enchanted kingdom. The king and queen were long gone but they left her with a treasure, that she would stay a princess forever. On the eve of her 22nd birthday a great celebration was planned...
Molly Gunn: The last time I saw my mom and dad, I was eight going on nine... eight years, six months, and three days... almost as old as you are. They were going on tour and leaving me behind for the first time, because they didn't want me missing any more school, and they came to my room to say goodbye and I wouldn't open the door, so they left. I fell asleep and then the next thing I know, my nanny was waking me up in the middle of the night telling me their plane had crashed.
Lorraine Schleine: You're lucky... that you were mad. See, when you're mad you don't miss people and if you stay mad, it's like you never knew them at all... that way you don't have to feel sucky about it... You were lucky...
Molly Gunn: I wasn't mad, I was confused... everyone was talking, talking, talking at me and I couldn't understand a word they were saying, and then their voices became a blur and soon I couldn't even recognize their faces; they were like these blobs and they started to grow fangs and their eyes became green and I knew I had to run away. So I packed my knapsack, got on the train, and looked up at the map and decided I wanted to live on Coney Island. I thought it would be... you know... a real island. That I thought I could hide there like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Fin, but imagine my surprise... The teacups were the only ride they would let me on by myself, so I got on it and I started spinning around and 'round and 'round. But I feel like I am still there... spinning 'round and 'round and 'round... and the ride won't stop... You were right, Ray, I am scared. But you're scared too. You're scared as I am and I thought that maybe if we could go together...
Ray: You're a spastic hyena.
Molly Gunn: [of Ray's Mozart music] What is with this music, anyway? This sounds like the soundtrack to something you'd slit your wrists to.
Ray: It happens to be Mozart.
Molly Gunn: It happens to be depressing.
[changes radio station]
Molly Gunn: And if we're gonna have fun, then we need to listen to some music that's fun, ok?
Molly Gunn: [of Neal's music video] This is so 80's it makes my hair poof.
Molly Gunn: [holding up a ballet costume] So, what do ya think?
Huey: What is it?
Molly Gunn: It's a tutu, silly...
Huey: For what? A midget?
Molly Gunn: No, it's for a little girl named Ray. Her year-end recital is coming up and the costumes are so boring, so I'd thought I'd surprise with something spectacular...
Molly Gunn: [of Neal] Look at the one-hit wonder that slut turned out to be...
Neal: Molly, I came here to see you.
Molly Gunn: For what?
Neal: I haven't been able to write a single decent song since we last saw each other. Molly, I'm sorry. I was trying to take a step forward, but I took two steps backward instead.
Molly Gunn: Why don't you take one step sideways? Then we can stop doing this silly little dance.
Ray: It's a harsh world.
Ray: I know you have trouble reading something as simple as a sign on the door, Gooey Huey. So let me help you. This is the *ladies'* room.
[makes LADIES sign in the air with her hand]
Molly Gunn: [after a small spat with Ingrid about not being able to pay for lunch] Fine, see if I care. I'll live off water and sunshine.
Ray: Other people always let you down. Why don't you forget them and do something for yourself?
Molly Gunn: Like what?
Ray: I don't know. Something you're good at.
Ray: And I don't mean shopping.
Molly Gunn: Maybe some of us aren't good at anything.
Ray: Every grownup is good at something.
Ray: My bad. I don't see any grownups around here.
Molly Gunn: What's so great about being a grownup anyway? So I can turn out like you?
Ray: You're scared.
Ray: [Continues] Sometimes when Mu hears people walking by outside the door, he gets this funny expression and runs into the bathroom, like he thinks they're coming to get him.
Ray: That's how you look.
Ray: The agency must really be getting desperate.
Molly Gunn: [to Mu] Give me five more minutes baby, and I'll rock your world.
Neal: [singing] Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, sheets of Egyptian cot-ton.
Ingrid: Oh, my God. This place is beyond its normal grotesque. It's post-nuclear.
Molly Gunn: Rise and shine, Ophelia.
Ray: [sarcastically] I think we got ourselves a Grammy!
Ingrid: [Reading Molly's resume] "Dear prospective employer, although I've had no previous employment, ever, the following is a partial but significant list of personal recommendations, including contact information. The Dalai Lama, Tibet?"
Molly Gunn: Isn't doing the dishes what the maid is supposed to be for?
Lorraine Schleine: She doesn't know how to dry without leaving spots.
Molly Gunn: You don't know how to dry without destroying the environment! For every roll of paper towels you waste, a tree in the rain forest dies.
Lorraine Schleine: I'm gonna die of botulism from the germs on that gunky towel, you tree-loving hippie.
Lorraine Schleine: [to Molly, about eating hamburgers] I'm not the one who's gonna get mad cow disease and go nuts, though you don't seem to have a brain to fry in the first place.
Ingrid: You spent all night at that guy's house doing God knows what, and then you come here and crash at work. I can't believe you did this to me after all the strings I pulled.
Molly Gunn: Ing, I know that I am an undeserving creep, but can we please talk about it over lunch?
Ingrid: No! Our lunch date has been canceled because you can't afford lunch.
Molly Gunn: [about Neal and his music] These rooms... sound so empty without the sound of his music.