[first lines]
Ms. Kawasaki: Welcome to Tokyo.
Bob: Thank you very much.
Ms. Kawasaki: My name is Kawasaki. Nice to meet you.
Bob: I've heard of you. Thank you.

Bob: What are you doing?
Charlotte: My husband's a photographer, so he's here working. I wasn't doing anything so I came along.
Bob: What do you do?
Charlotte: I'm not sure yet, actually.

Bob: Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. I'm looking for, like, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar,
then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?
Charlotte: I'm in. I'll go pack my stuff.
Bob: I hope that you've had enough to drink. It's going to take courage.

Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

Charlotte: I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase.
You know, horses... taking pictures of your feet.

Stills Photographer: Are you drinking, no?
Bob: Am I drinking? As soon as I'm done.

Charlotte: You're probably just having a mid-life crisis. Did you buy a Porsche yet?

Charlotte: That was the worst lunch.
Bob: So bad. What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?

Premium Fantasy woman: Mr. Kazu sent me, premium fantasy. My stockings. Rip them.
[sounds like "lip them"]
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip my stockings. Yes, please, rip them.
Bob: What?
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip them. HEY! Rip my stocking!
Bob: Hey? Lip them? Lip them? What?

Bob: I don't get that close to the glass until I'm on the floor.

[at a photo shoot]
Bob: You want more mysterious? I'll just try and think, "Where the hell's the whiskey?"

Lydia Harris: What are you talking about?
Bob: I don't know. I just want to... get healthy. I would like to start taking better care of myself. I'd like to start eating healthier - I don't want
all that pasta. I would like to start eating like Japanese food.
Lydia Harris: [icily] Well, why don't you just stay there and you can have it every day?
Bob: [biting his tongue] How are the kids doing?
Lydia Harris: They're fine. They miss their father.
[pause]
Lydia Harris: Do I need to worry about you, Bob?
Bob: Only if you want to.

Bob: Enjoy my jacket, which you stole from me.

Bob: I don't want to leave.
Charlotte: So don't. Stay here with me. We'll start a jazz band.