Graham: I can't imagine anyone being a bigger hit with my children.
Amanda: They're really great, Graham.
Graham: Sophie's unfortunately taken on the role as my protector. She's brilliant, but I hate it when she worries about me. And Olivia's gonna be a realball-buster which, I must admit, I kind of love about her.
Amanda: I'm just trying to figure out why you didn't tell me about them.
Graham: Because I just don't usually tell women about them.
Amanda: But it... It's just a little confusing, because you're the one who wanted to go out to lunch to get to know one another.
Graham: When you put it that way, it sounds awful. I have no defense, except that until I get to know someone really well, it's easier for me to be a normal single guy. Because it's way too complicated to be who I really am. I'm a full-time dad. I'm a working parent. I'm a mother and a father. I'm a guy who reads parenting books and cookbooks before I go to sleep. I spend my weekends buying tutus. I'm learning to sew. I'm Mr. Napkin Head! I'm on some kind of constant overload, and it helps to compartmentalize my life, just till I figure this out. This past weekend, the children were with their grandparents and when they're gone, I get to be somebody who doesn't have hot chocolate spilt on his jeans. I have no idea how to date and be this and I suppose there's the possibility I'm afraid of what another person might do to who we are and how we get from one day to the next.
Amanda: Yeah. I guess since I am leaving in a week, I sort of get you not telling me, sort of.
Graham: I thought it would be hard to introduce them to someone I may never see again.
Amanda: Right. 'Cause I'm just someone you had sex with once and slept with twice.
Graham: Actually, I thought I was just someone you had sex with once and slept with twice.
Amanda: Oh, man. I think we just went way past complicated.
Graham: Right. I'm a book editor from London. You're a beautiful movie trailer maker from L.A. We're worlds apart. I have a cow in the backyard.
Amanda: You have a cow?
Graham: Yeah. I sew and I have a cow. How's that for hard to relate to?
Amanda: Pretty up there.
Iris: Morning, Jesus.
Jesus: Good morning.
Iris: Santa Anas?
Jesus: Oh, yeah, long time now.
Iris: Hi, Marta.
Marta: Hi, Iris.
Iris: Hi, there. (Coming to the door of Arthur’s house) Hello. Good morning.
Arthur: I counted. Nine movies are opening today. I remember when nine movies would open in a month. Now, a picture has to make a killing the first weekend or they're dead. This is supposed to be conducive to great work?
Iris: Arthur, have you always been this feisty?
Arthur: Well, I may have slowed down a little, but yes. You've got to fight the fight, kid.
Iris: Okay, your mail. Gas company, phone bill and you've got a letter from the Writers Guild of America, West.
Arthur: Are you watching the movies I recommended?
Iris: Yes! Love them. Irene Dunne is fantastic.
Iris: Oh, my God, tons of it. Arthur, don't you want to open that letter you just threw in the bin?
Arthur: No. They keep writing me about the same thing.
Iris: But it might be important.
Arthur: It's not. They want to arrange some kind of tribute to me. A night with me. I don't know, it sounds God-awful.
Iris: What are you talking about? That sounds brilliant!
Arthur: Would you like to walk out on a stage, on a walker, looking 100 years old, and see 11 schnooks who showed up just to see you? They can forget it. I ain't falling for this. So now what's up?
Iris: May I? "An Evening with Arthur Abbott. Dear Mr. Abbott, having made several attempts to contact you regarding..."We have not yet received your response. (Clicks tongue) "...be called 'An Evening with Arthur Abbott'..."This special night will be a tribute to your lifetime of achievement "in screenwriting and your outstanding contribution "to the screenwriter's profession. "Congratulations on this much-deserved honor." Arthur, this is a big deal, you know? And they want to do this soon. Listen. I reckon that with a little bit of exercise, you could walk out there on your own. And... You know, maybe I could go with you as, like, your date or something.
Arthur: I would take you proudly, my darling, but I'm not going. Anyway, how would you propose to get me in shape? Seriously.