The Best A Rainy Day in New York Quotes

Chan: Listen, Gatsby, let me tell you, you only live once. But once is enough if you find the right person.

Ashleigh: You're a free creative spirit, like Van Gogh, Rothko or Virginia Wolf. Of course, they all committed suicide.
Roland: It's a very sweet thing to say, Ashleigh.

Gatsby: I read. I just don't read what they give us in school. I mean, do I really care who wins between Beowulf and Grendel? No, I don't. Maybe if I had a little money on it.

Terry: Time flies.
Gatsby: Yes, unfortunately, it flies coach.
Terry: What's that supposed to mean?
Gatsby: It's not always a comfortable trip.

Chan: Real life is fine for people who can't do any better.

Connie: You know, this isn't about sex.
Ted: It's always about sex. Everything's about sex.
Connie: Alright.
Ted: The economy's about sex.

[last lines]
Gatsby: How did I know you'd be here?
Chan: You didn't think I was going to blow this moment did you?
Gatsby: What about the skin doctor?
Chan: Very handsome. Very Rich, and very clever, but I'm here.
Gatsby: For a kisser, there's a maximum of an eight?
Chan: It's fall. By spring I'll have you up to ten.

Roland: [during his interview with a clueless college reporter] Would you like a scoop?
Ashleigh: [hesitantly] Of what?

Gatsby: I need a carbon monoxide to survive.
Ashleigh: What are you talking about?
Gatsby: We are two different creatures, right? You like the sound of crickets and I like the rattle of the taxies. You blosom in the sun and me, I come into my own under grey skies.

Ashleigh: He's unusual. Quaint. That's the word I would use to describe Gatsby: quaint. He's exotic. Searching, shall we say, for his romantic dream from a vanished age.

Gatsby: One thing about New York City. You are here or you are nowhere. You cannot achieve another level of anxiety, hostility or paranoia anywhere else.

Ashleigh: -Oh my God, you're Francisco Vega!
Francisco: -Is that good or bad?
Ashleigh: -My roommate thinks you're the best thing to come along since the morning-after pill.

Ted: Well, he's not at the hotel, and he didn't show up for the press interview. So, he's wallowing in self loathing somewhere drinking Courvoisier thinking up new ways to screw up our work.

Ashleigh: I shouldn't imbibe so copiously. Alcohol plays havoc on my cerebral neurons .

Gatsby: It's rich housewives who have the leisure to pursue esoteric culture. The out of work, discussing the out of print.