- Claire Harbow: Okay, here's what I got. How about a mad scientist who figures out how to time travel and, inadvertently, screws up his own birth.
- Phillip Harbow: [not knowing how to answer] No.
- Phillip Harbow: I'm not writing about you this time, Kat. I'm writing about Claire.
- Kat: It doesn't look like it to me.
- [into Phillip's ear]
- Kat: You can't give up on me. I intoxicate you.
- Phillip Harbow: Now, here's the kicker. One day, there's this doll, the marrying type, that shows up in Spade's office. Turns out she's desperately in love with the piano player who has now disappeared.
- [beat]
- Phillip Harbow: Well, what do you think?
- Claire Harbow: So, it's kinda like your first novel?
- Phillip Harbow: What? No. Well, sort of, but not exactly.
- Adam: Well, you keep pitching me this Hemingway character. I think I'll see if he needs any representation.
- Claire Harbow: Hey, Phillip. Didn't we have a piano this morning?
- Phillip Harbow: I sold it for some good scratch. It was distracting me from my work.
- Claire Harbow: I couldn't stand reading about that woman anymore. She's the only thing you write about.
- Phillip Harbow: But this one's about you and me.
- Claire Harbow: Her name's all over the book. You can't get her out of your mind.