George: Before you came into my life, I could make all kinds of decisions; now I can’t, I’m addicted, I have to know what you think! [holds up cufflinks] What do you think?
Lucy: George, I think you are the most selfish human being on the planet.
George: Well, that’s just silly. Have you met everybody on the planet?
Lucy: Goodbye, George.

George: I’m now poor. When I say I’m poor, I mean we may have to share a helicopter with another family.

Lucy: So do we have a… a deal?
George: No. I want something else from you.
Lucy: Oh, no. I am fully aware of your reputation and there’s no way you’re getting… that. No.
George: Getting what?
Lucy: You know what. Sex. There’s no way you’re getting… that. No.
George: Well, that would be nice. But what I really need is a new chief counsel.
Lucy: Honestly, I think I’d rather have the sex.

Meryl: Come on, I’ve known you since Brownies, and the only time I ever saw you cry was when Bush won.
Lucy: Which one?
Meryl: Well, both of them.

George: This whole project is worth about 50 million in profits.
Ruth: No offense, but I think it’s immoral for one person to acquire that much wealth. How do you sleep at night?
George: Well, I have a machine that simulates the sound of the ocean.
Larry: Do those really work?
George: Oh, yes, quite well, actually.

Lucy: The man you’re dancing with is deeply troubled. You’re much too young to be trading yourself like a stock on the Nasdaq to a man who will not be remembering your name… or his in the morning, is still married, and recently developed a very suspicious rash. Now go home, finish high school, and reach your potential!

Lucy: What did I tell you that defines an emergency?
George: A large meteoroid, severe blood loss, and uh… what was the other thing?
Lucy: Death! And you’re not dead!

Lucy: Oh, well, I can swing a racket.
George: Yes, I know, at my head, I’ve experienced it.