Julia: Well, you do have a flaw after all.
Harrison: Oh yeah? What's that?
Julia: Your job.
Harrison: I thought women liked doctors.
Julia: We do like lab coats, but the flying around everywhere is not so good.
Harrison: I'm only going to San Francisco for one night.
Julia: Couldn't somebody else do it, just tonight?
Harrison: No, I'm the best. If it's any consolation, when I'm fixing his heart...you can hold mine.
Julia: Oh. Thank you. Thank you.
Harrison: Hey, what are you doing? No. I can't miss my plane. No.
Julia: I can't believe you're leaving me on Valentine's Day.
Harrison: You said you had something to do.
Julia: I do have something to do. I do have something to do. I just don't know that I wanna do it. You know my friend Kara?
Harrison: Which one's Kara?
Julia: Neurotic, hot mess. She throws this annual "I Hate Valentine's Day" dinner. It's a bit of a downer, actually.
Harrison: What's there to hate?
Julia: Nothing, if you're a handsome, divorced doctor. But for the rest of us single women, it's kind of a giant cosmic bitch slap. It's the universe saying, "Look, remember when you were 14, and you had cystic acne and braces, and you played the saxophone in the marching band, and no one would invite you to the winter formal? Well, nothing's changed."
Harrison: I would crawl over cut glass to take you to the winter formal. And then I would prescribe Retin-A for your skin.
Julia: That's why you're my valentine.
TV: (Kelvin says) So we have a professional here. I'm sure you've heard a lot of stories on Valentine's Day. Do you still believe in love? (Reed answers) Hell, yes. Love is the only shocking act left on the planet. (Kelvin says) Well, if he said it, folks, it must be true, because he is a florist.
Jason: What is it?
Liz: You're up.
Jason: Did you get my good side?
Liz: I don't know. Roll over. Last night...
Jason: Okay, thank you.
Liz: Well, I used to be a gymnast.
Jason: Well, that explains a lot.
Liz: Yeah, I didn't hurt you, right? You're so cute.
Jason: I thought you wanted to be a poet...not a photographer.
Liz: A girl can change her mind, Jason. That's how last night happened. Anyway, I could not write that photo.
Jason: Okay, yeah...Is my nose kind of--? It looks kind of big for my face.
Liz: I think that's L.A. talking. I think you have a great nose. My God. Is that the time?
Jason: What? What? No, it's 3 minutes fast. I don't like being late.
Liz: I have to go. I just--
Jason: Just like that?
Liz: Yeah, I'm sorry. I just--Skirt? Skirt, skirt, skirt. What? Oh right. I think I half-remember that. 3 minutes? Why not 5 minutes ahead?
Jason: I don't wanna seem eager. But, yeah, you know what? Stay. Hang out for a little bit. Maybe we can grab breakfast.
Liz: I knew it. Oh, I knew it.
Jason: What is that, techno?
Jason: The ring.
Liz: Oh. No, I think it's, like, a little more retro. It's kind of '70s. Thank you so much for last night. I had a blast. And there is fresh coffee for you in the kitchen.
Jason: I think I'm out of coffee.
Liz: Yeah, you were. I borrowed some from your neighbor. By the way, she was very surprised you had female company, she thought that you were gay. Don't worry, I set her straight.
Liz: Hi. Oh, I was thinking about you all night long. I'm sorry I didn't answer on the first ring. It's not my fault. I was thinking about what you were gonna do to me and I just couldn't wait. I didn't have a free hand. Oh, baby. You know just how Katia likes it. Well, it's Valentine's Day, sugar. How about something special? My roommate just gets home. Do you wanna have a threesome?
Woman: If he says yes, it'll take me a minute to change.
Liz: Ooh. I think that's a very good idea.
Estelle: Edgar, we said we were not gonna give each other presents this year.
Edgar: I know, I lied.
Estelle: So did I.