You’d be surprised at the number of subjects who’ve admitted to losing their virginity in the backseat of cars.

Virginia

I’m not studying pregnant women; I’m studying sex. I watch people fornicate, and masturbate, then I take down their sexual histories, I record the physiological changes in their bodies and their patterns, idiosyncrasies. And I compile the data. Still interested, ma?

William

Aren’t you worried leaving me alone in your home? I’ll snoop. The minute you’re out that door, I’m go through every drawer in the house, every coat pocket.

Vivian [to Ethan]

The purpose of sex isn’t to have an orgasm, it’s making life!

Libby

William: You shouldn’t be selling yourself short.
Virginia: I wouldn’t sell myself, period.

Ethan: We’re never going to be friends, but I respect you as a doctor. And I think you respect me too. And if you wanna know the truth…
William: I don’t…respect you, not in the least.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, neither were outreach clinics. We’ll get it funded, eventually.

Virginia

Your patients adore you. They get pregnant just so they can hang around your office!

Virginia [to Ethan]

Jane: You know the film you’re shooting won’t survive a nuclear attack. Nothing will. Just cockroaches.
Lester: And Godzilla.

At the end of the day, if you’re facing global annihilation, you can only be accountable for yourself.

Jane

You did always say we couldn’t let emotions cloud our judgment, but you did. Which means it was never really about the research, no we were having an affair.

Virginia

We should plan a session for tomorrow night. Get some data on your hypothesis, that men are completely unnecessary.

William