“Ula: Dude, I met this sexy blonde tax attorney from Florida at Starbucks
today. I told her you the kahuna she wanna have fun on this island.
You want her number?
Henry: You pimping tourists for me again, Ula?
Ula: Yes! I live vicariously through you, remember? My life sucks. Now, come on give her the Waikikiki sneaky behind the cheeky”
Noreen: I’d like to do something extra fun tonight.
“Lucy: I don’t know who you are, Henry… but I dream about you almost every night.
Henry: What would you say if I told you that notebook you read every day used to have a lot of stuff about me in it?
Lucy: I would say that that makes a lot of sense.
Henry: You erased me from your memories because you thought you were holding me back from having a full and happy life. But you made a mistake. Being with you is the only way I could have a full and happy life. You’re the girl of my dreams… and apparently, I’m the man of yours.
Lucy: [barely able to contain herself, she reaches out and shakes his hand] Henry. It’s nice to meet you.
Henry: Lucy, it’s nice to meet you too.
Ten Second Tom: (just as they are about to kiss) Hi, I’m Tom!”
“Dr. Keats: Sometimes I wish my wife had Goldfield Syndrome. That way she wouldn’t remember last night when I called her mother, a loud obnoxious drunk with a face like J. Edgar Hoover’s ass”
“Henry: (on First Date #1) You know, why don’t you try this? It’s a kind of hinge.
Lucy: Now, why didn’t I think of that?
Henry: You’re too close to the object. Don’t be too hard on yourself.
Lucy: You’re right. Sometimes you need an outsider’s perspective.
Henry: Fresh eye never hurts.
Lucy: I’m Lucy.
Henry: Yes. I’m Henry Roth. Nice to meet you.
Lucy: Nice to meet you”