CITY OF ANGELS

Susan: What good would wings be if you couldn't feel the wind on your face? Maggie Rice: When they ask me what I liked best, I'll say it was you. Seth: You're a good doctor, I can feel it. Maggie: That's pretty flimsy proof. Seth: Close your eyes... what am I doing? Maggie: You're touching me. Seth: How do you know? Maggie: I can feel it! Seth: You should learn to use that more often. Seth: Hello Maggie! It's nice to see you again. Maggie Rice: It's weird to see you again. Seth: Weird is nice. Ann: Never date a guy who knows more about your vagina than you do. Seth: Let's go. Maggie: Where? Seth: Anywhere. Maggie: What'll we do? Seth: Anything. Maggie: Something happened in that room. I got this jolt that... something bigger is out there. Something bigger than me, bigger than you. Does that sound crazy? Maggie: Why do you wear the same clothes all the time? Why won't you give me your phone number? Are you married? Seth: No. Maggie: Are you homeless? Seth: No. Maggie: Are you a drummer? Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway. Maggie Rice: Well, it tastes like a pear. You don't know what a pear tastes like? Seth: I don't know what a pear tastes like to you. Maggie Rice: Sweet, juicy, soft on your tongue, grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth. How's that? Seth: It's perfect. Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One. Seth: Some things are true whether you believe in them or not. Maggie: No dying yet, Mr. Messenger. Not until you give me Seth's phone number. ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~