“Lots of people got mixed up in The Party
when they were young, Ray,
but you’re not a young Republican anymore, are you?”

 

“Wadd’ya mean, you lost the key, and that’s the only one they gave you?”

 

“Norman, this is madness—we’ve got to stop seeing each other.”

 

“Let’s get off, Willie. If we go any farther South, they’ll think we’re beatnik pickets.”

 

“I was going back and forth, back and forth on the front lawn, when I asked myself, ‘What the hell am I doing with my life?'”