The Last Good Time

Howard Singer:
[reading paper from a fortune cookie] I'm so old, my fortune is blank.

Howard Singer:
How old did you say she was?

Joseph Kopple:
21, 22?

Howard Singer:
I got 22-year-old pants!

Ida Cutler:
[to Charlotte] I was wondering if you and your father would like to come up stairs some time and have a cup of tea with me?

Charlotte Zwicki:
[laughing] Oh, I don't know. You'll have to ask him. what do you think, 'dad'?

Joseph Kopple:
Uh... she's not my daughter

Ida Cutler:
I'm sorry, I'm a little hard of hearing. Would you mind repeating that?

Joseph Kopple:
[louder] Charlotte... is not... my daughter.

Charlotte Zwicki:
[giggling in a sensual tone] He he he.

Ida Cutler:
No wonder you look so tired.

Eddie:
[Eddie notices Joseph go through his discarded belongings on the street and confronts him] Hey a**hole, what the f*** are you doing?

Joseph Kopple:
I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your lamp.

Eddie:
This is not my lamp. It WAS my lamp, now it's my trash. What, you think this is f***in 'Goodwill' here?

Frank:
Hey, Eddie... give him a break, will 'ya?

Eddie:
[to Frank] Why don't you shut the f*** up, huh? Crawl up my ass a little further!

Joseph Kopple:
I'm sorry.

Eddie:
[Eddie shoves Joseph onto the sidewalk] Get out of here! [Joseph quickly walks away] . F***ing old farts are taking all of my sh*t!

Howard Singer:
She was big. What I loved every inch of her. I would have liked a little more oral sex, though.

Joseph Kopple:
Howard...

Howard Singer:
Why are you whispering? Are you trying to tell me a woman who dances naked in front of a fire won't give you oral sex?

Joseph Kopple:
You have no sense of romance, Howard.

Howard Singer:
And you're a goddamn sissy.

Charlotte Zwicki:
You're a nice guy, Joseph.

Joseph Kopple:
You're drunk.