The Broken Hearts Gallery Best Quotes – ‘How do you get over someone?’

Starring: Geraldine Viswanathan, Dacre Montgomery, Utkarsh Ambudkar, Molly Gordon, Phillipa Soo, Bernadette Peters, Suki Waterhouse

OUR RATING: ★★★☆☆

Story:

Romantic comedy written and directed by Natalie Krinsky. The story follows Lucy (Geraldine Viswanathan), a 20-something art gallery assistant living in New York City, who also happens to be an emotional hoarder. After she gets dumped by her latest boyfriend, Lucy is inspired to create a gallery, where people can leave trinkets from past relationships. As word of the gallery spreads, it encourages a movement and a fresh start for all the romantics out there, including Lucy herself.

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'Pain is inevitable. It's what you do with it that matters.' - Eva Woolf (The Broken Hearts Gallery) Click To Tweet 'Heartbreak is the loneliest, most isolating feeling in the world. And the truth is, it happens to us all. It is the great equalizer.' - Lucy (The Broken Hearts Gallery) Click To Tweet

Best Quotes

Lucy: He spent the carnival trying to win me one of those giant bears. Spent all his money. He has really bad aim. All he ended up with was this consolation prize. But then I thought to myself, maybe he’s my consolation prize. I mean, I’m moving to New York for college and dreams, and he’s playing Halo and contemplating a p**is tattoo. So, I just said it, “Maybe we should break up.” And I was expecting him to say, “No, I can’t live without you, Lucy.” But instead, he said, “Maybe you’re right.” And that was it. Now all I have left of our love is this sad, second place duck.
Amanda: And all his worldly possessions.

Nadine: Your collecting is quirky, and adorable. You’re basically an anthropologist.
Lucy: Correct, Nadine. I live in a cave of souvenirs, like The Little Mermaid.
Nadine: Nothing wrong with being sentimental.
Amanda: Sentimental? It was sentimental when we were twelve. This is full mental.

Amanda: As your lawyer, I’m telling you to calm down.
Lucy: Well, you’re not a lawyer. You’re in law school.
Amanda: Whatever. I can still defend myself when I murder Jeff.

Lucy: Max is a fully grown man. Last night I went to his place in the West Village, and he cooked me dinner with ingredients that he just had in the fridge.
Amanda: He has a fridge?

[referring to Max]
Nadine: Are you guys exclusive? Have you discussed?
Lucy: Oh, there’s no need. I’m satisfying him in all areas. What more could he want?
Amanda: Okay. Don’t be stupid. The first time Jeff was ever inside me, I told him I would castrate him if he ever spoke to another human woman.
Lucy: Fine. I’ll confirm tonight. After I impress Eva, enjoy the open bar spree. It’ll be the greatest night of my life.
Amanda: That’s what people say in horror movies before they get herpes and die.

[a tearful Lucy gets into the backseat of Nick’s car]
Nick: What are you doing? Please, don’t. Why are you getting into my car?
Lucy: Hi. For Lucy?
Nick: No!
Lucy: Lyft. Adolfo in a silver Prius. 7023 Decatur. Start the ride.
Nick: Are you serious? This is a private car.
Lucy: You’re everyone’s private driver. Very clever.
Nick: No, no, no. That’s Uber. Also not what I’m saying.

Nick: Can you please get out of my car?
Lucy: Ugh! I selected “no talking”. Listen, Adolfo.
Nick: Adolfo?
Lucy: I would love to hear your story any other day. It’s just that I’ve had the worst night of my life, and I just want to go home.
[pause]
Nick: Where are you going?

Lucy: [referring to Eva] I love her so much it gives me diarrhea.

[as Lucy is flashback explaining her day with Max to Nick]
Max Vora: You are my favorite secret weapon. God, you make me look good.
Nick: Wait. He actually said those words?
Lucy: He was paying me a compliment.
Nick: I’m pretty sure the first rule of compliments is, you don’t reference yourself in a compliment.
Lucy: Oh. Well, don’t interrupt! You’re derailing my story!
Nick: Oh, I’m sorry. I thought this was my car.

Harvard: What’s going on with you and Max?
Lucy: Can I help you, Harvard?
Harvard: You know, I may not have feelings, a love life of my own, or any friends, for that matter, but I do have eyes.

[referring to when she was about to introduce Max at the art gallery]
Lucy: So like any booze bag with a fear of public speaking, I had one more.

[as she sees Max and Amelia being intimate as she’s introducing him on stage]
Lucy: Question for the group. Speaking of the devil here, when did dating one person become uncool? Because I don’t understand. Jane Austen, she didn’t write about polyamory. No, no, no! It was just Emma. It wasn’t Emmas. Oh, we are living in very muddy times. People are lying constantly.
Max Vora: Oh, s**t.
Lucy: I know. We only have ten years before we all drown in the melting ice caps, but I swear, the most sacred resource is not the ozone. Oh, no. It’s honesty.

Max Vora: Okay, Lucy, listen. You’re a blast. I don’t even use that word, but it fits for you. You are so funny. But we’re in completely different places in our lives. I’m thirty-five years-old. I need to find that thing.
Lucy: And that thing is not me?

[referring to Max]
Nick: Honestly, I think you’re better off without him.
Lucy: I came to New York to have my own gallery. I can’t even hold down a job as a gallery assistant. I’m doomed.

[after she received a call from her Lyft driver, Adolfo]
Lucy: You’re not Adolfo?! Who are you?!
Nick: My name is Nick.
Lucy: What?! Nick, you just drove me home? Are you insane? What was the plan? You’re just going to, what, weaken me with paint fumes, and then just knock me out with lumber? Leave me for dead?
Nick: I did you a favor. I, too, have had a bad day.

Amanda: But a shared value system is the key to everlasting love. I hate everyone, and I want them to die. So does Jeff. That’s why we’ve been together for six years.
Nadine: Jeff never speaks. That’s why you’ve been together six years.
Amanda: No, but he comes really alive when we make love.

[to Amanda and Nadine as she enters their apartment]
Lucy: Max broke up with me. And I’m fired.

[as they stand outside Lucy’s room]
Amanda: I can’t live like this anymore. We’re getting smell complaints from the city.
Nadine: Do you know that place in the center of your body where you feel nothingness?
Amanda: No.
Nadine: Right here.
Amanda: My breasts?
Nadine: No. Underneath your breasts. It’s called your heart.
Amanda: Oh, my God.
Nadine: This is where people keep their hearts. Try and be sensitive.

Nadine: Lucy, think you want to try getting out of bed today?
Lucy: I’m busy.
Amanda: Doing what?
Lucy: This lady’s trying to teach me to French braid my hair. It’s impossible. Save yourselves the anguish.
Amanda: Have you just been ma****bating and braiding your hair?
Lucy: Mm-hmm. My vibrator will never break my heart.
Nadine: Can we just try to be sex positive in this room?
Amanda: No one is supposed to climax that much. Ask Jeff.

[as she starts to clean Lucy’s room]
Amanda: You can’t have a good relationship because you’re constantly mourning the old one!
Nadine: She’s right. You live in the past.
Lucy: Yeah. It’s because the past is filled with memories and happy times. I mean, how is someone just your everything one minute and then they just forget you the next?
Amanda: Ask Nadine. She dumps b**ches on the regular.

Nadine: Getting rid of things doesn’t mean getting rid of memories. Marie Kondo says…
Lucy: We do not speak of her in this house. Okay, these things, they can’t just end up in some landfill.

Nadine: At least get rid of the ex-memorabilia. Give it back to the guys you dated.
Lucy: What, I’m just supposed to call my exes out of the blue?
Nadine: Yeah.

[Lucy meets one of her ex-boyfriends to give back an item]
Clayton: Well, like your collecting is, it’s creepy. I couldn’t be with someone who just needed to memorialize every second of every day. And not to mention your room. I mean, whenever I would stay over, it was like hooking up in a mausoleum.

[as she takes some of her collection to Goodwill]
Goodwill Worker: I think we can take this. But most of this is crap.
Lucy: Crap? What? You have a whole shelf of crap back there.
Goodwill Worker: Those were my mother’s.
Lucy: Oh, so you get it. Right?
Goodwill Worker: No. Those are collectibles. This is crap.

Randy Choi: S**tty day?
Nick: Yeah. Eviction notice.
Marcos: I wouldn’t say terrible.
Nick: Well, we have thirty days to open.
Marcos: Our entire livelihood is in danger. I don’t know how I’m going to feed my wife and my unborn baby, but other than that, it’s pretty good.
Randy Choi: Welcome to the hospitality industry. Basically a slow death.
Marcos: What, are you like Asian Gordon Ramsay? Why would you say that?

[as she enters the restaurant to speak to Max and sees Nick there too]
Hostess: Ma’am, I have to ask you to leave.
Lucy: Did you just call me “ma’am”? We’re the same age. You can relax.
Hostess: You’re carrying a garbage bag.
Lucy: Yeah. And you tell people where to sit for a living. And your dress is undone.
[as she pushes past the hostess, Nick rushes in to stop her from going to Max]

[after Nick drags her out of the restaurant]
Lucy: By the way, you just magically show up everywhere. Are you my stalker?
Nick: I think the words you’re looking for are “thank you”. And then I say, “You’re welcome.”
Lucy: Oh. I’m Lucy. Charmed, I’m sure.

[after Nick gets wrongly accused of hitting Lucy in the street]
Lucy: This is my fault.
Woman: This is not your fault. Being a woman is like living in a goddamn “nobody believes me” movie, every day, okay? But today is not that day, because we are going to fight him. Come at me, homey.
[the woman chases after Nick]

[after he got chased by the woman in the street]
Nick: This is all your fault.
Lucy: I’m so sorry. We should probably get some ice on that.
Nick: Here’s an idea. Why don’t you leave me alone?
Lucy: No, only a terrible person would leave you in your time of need.
Nick: Yeah. And I’m beginning to think you are that terrible person.
Lucy: No! I’m nice. If you got to know me, you’d be obsessed with me.

[as they enter the building]
Lucy: Oh, great. Okay, the car was just pregame. This is where you actually murder me.
Nick: And yet you are still following me.
Lucy: So, what? You’re a squatter?
Nick: I guess so.
Lucy: Construction worker?
Nick: Sometimes.
Lucy: Are we playing twenty questions?

Nick: It’s an old YMCA. I’m turning it into a boutique hotel.
Lucy: What? You’re serious?
Nick: Yes. Welcome to the Chloe Hotel. I’m building a place that feels like the spots I fell in love with when I first moved to New York. Little places that can only exist here. But I’ve spent five years, and, as you can see, every cent that I have, and it’s all falling to s**t.

Nick: I get it. You’re a pessimist.
Lucy: That is the worst thing anyone has ever said to me.
Nick: You collect these things in anticipation that your relationships are going to end.
Lucy: No.
Nick: It’s crazy!

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Lucy: You’re wrong. They’re a celebration of memories.
Nick: You’re a hoarder.
Lucy: I’m not a hoarder!

Nick: You want evidence that your relationships existed in the first place. Are you afraid that you won’t remember the guys you dated?
Lucy: You know, I don’t need to explain myself to you. How about you, huh? You’ve never collected anything from a past relationship?
Nick: No. I’m a minimalist. I can fit everything I own inside a backpack. When the zombie apocalypse comes, I’m out.

Lucy: You’re one of those.
Nick: Yeah. One of what?
Lucy: You know. “I’m a lone wolf. I don’t need anybody.” But really you are just scared of showing your insides.
Nick: Yeah. Everyone either leaves, disappoints, or dies.
Lucy: Okay, Mr. Rogers. Can’t wait for the new show, Uplift the Nation.

Nick: What are you going to do with this stuff?
Lucy: That’s a good question. When love crumbles, how do you preserve its ruins?
Nick: Why don’t you leave it here?
Lucy: What? No.
Nick: Come on.
Lucy: No, I can’t do that.
Nick: Just let go.

Nick: Oh, look. It’s a nail. Perfectly placed. Would you look at that?
[he places the tie over the nail on the wall]
Lucy: It kind of looks cool. It’s like art in a gallery.
Nick: Mm. The Sad Gallery.
Lucy: More like The Broken Heart Gallery.

Nadine: Lucy? Babe? Are you okay?
Amanda: Maybe you could try to get a job? My birthday week is coming up, and you know I expect a really thoughtful and expensive gift.
Nadine: There’s no such thing as a birthday week.
Amanda: Yes, there is. It’s the week of your birthday.
Nadine: You’re not a sixteenth century monarch. You can’t command multiple days for your personal festivities.

[as Nick appears outside her bedroom door]
Nick: Can I come in?
Lucy: No! No, no, no! Lucy is dead.
Nick: How did she die?
Lucy: Decapitated on a roller coaster.
Nick: Well, that’s a shame. She had such a nice head.
[as Lucy opens her door]
Nick: And you are not wearing any pants.
Lucy: Pants. No. Not wearing those.

Lucy: Wait. What are you doing here?
Nick: I want to show you something. Come on.
Lucy: How did you get in here?
Nick: Your roommates let me in.
Lucy: [scoffs] Oh, those b**ches.

Lucy: Okay. So this map was just here when you showed up this morning?
Nick: Yep.
Lucy: Who could have left it?
Nick: I know a construction worker, a delivery guy. One of your multiple personalities?

Lucy: This is amazing. There are broken people out there like me, people who need to let go and move on.
Nick: Good. Well, you can take the stuff and move on.
Lucy: There’s nowhere else like this. You know, like I wish someone had done this for me. The Broken Heart Gallery could be a community service.
Nick: No. This is my hotel. It is not some sort of Lost and Found for hoarder stalkers.
Lucy: Again, not a hoarder.
Nick: Hoarder.

[as he’s introducing Marcos to Lucy]
Nick: I am the godfather to his unborn child.
Marcos: No. He’s lobbying for the position of godfather. Plot twist, it’s not going very well. If I had to guess, you know what I’m saying? I mean, would you want this man to be your spiritual guide?
Lucy: No. Maybe my TV guide. Am I right?
Marcos: Oh, wow. Terrible dad joke. I like her.

[after Lucy offers helping with the hotel in exchange for gallery space]
Marcos: Get us the coffee, right? You know, got to pay the piper. We do love oat milk. You can get almond milk if you don’t have it. Soy milk, whatever. Have fun with it. But nothing with actual dairy. He gets really sensitive in his tummy. He has IBS. It’s embarrassing.
Nick: Okay. Alright. Let’s… IBS is a real thing.
Lucy: Tell me about his tummy.
Nick: This is not happening. There is no tummy. Goodbye.

[referring to Max]
Amanda: You need to get a grip. He is dating a doctor with the face of an angel.
Lucy: You’re a monster.

Amanda: Okay, you need some sexual Listerine. Jeff agrees. What about that new guy, Nick?
Lucy: Last time I slept with someone I worked with, it ended very badly.
Amanda: Oh, my God. That is so true, Jeff. That does sound like progress.

Amanda: Why don’t you invite your “friend” Nick to my birthday? I came up with a new theme, murder karaoke.
Lucy: Oh.
Amanda: Yeah, it combines my favorite things, murder and karaoke.
Lucy: A heavenly combo.
Amanda: A perfect combination.

Nadine: I am in love! Her name is Irina. And she’s got tiny baby bones like a baby chick, and I just want to build a nest for her, and chew her food for her, and feed her.
Lucy: Jesus, I give it two weeks.
Nadine: Do I detect cynicism from the great believer of love?
Amanda: She’s right. You’ve banged more Russian models than a tech billionaire. If you were a guy, we would hate you.

[referring to Nick]
Marcos: Sorry. Her Majesty is a little upset this morning, so tread lightly.
Lucy: Oh, no. We need to talk about our feelings? Because the CFO has arrived. Chief Feelings Officer is here. Let’s hold hands. Okay. Bring it in, guys.
Marcos: God. Dad jokes. Okay, I’m out.

Lucy: [to Nick] The thing about breakups is, someone can ruin your life just by disappearing, you know? And then you hang on to the hope that they’ll come barrelling through your door full of believable explanations as to why they didn’t actually ghost you, or lose your number, or just stop loving you.

Marcos: So, what my ex left was a jar of organic Choconut. So heartbroken, I would spoon it little by little while listening to Michael Bolton’s When I’m Back On My Feet Again. It’s rancid now. Kind of like my ex-girlfriend’s soul. I hate you. Just kidding. I hope you die.

Lucy: How do you get over someone? You just press some button on your body and morph into a cyborg?
Nick: You just keep going. Don’t look back. Don’t dwell on anything.
Lucy: Oh, okay. So you just bottle everything up until you implode in a fiery act of self-destruction?
Nick: No. I manage my expectations.

Lucy: The key to collecting is seeing value where others usually don’t. You know, one lady’s trash is another lady’s treasure. Kind of like relationships.
Nick: And where might one find these treasures?
Lucy: Well, it is moving day. First day of the month, leases start and end, so New Yorkers are leaving pure gold out on these streets.

Lucy: Tell me your life story.
Nick: My life story?
Lucy: Yeah.
Nick: But my life hasn’t even happened yet.
Lucy: Don’t you ever think about what you’re going to tell your biographer?
Nick: Is that something you think about?
Lucy: Yeah. All the time. It’ll begin as such, “It all started on a sticky August afternoon.”

Nick: And what about you? Why New York?
Lucy: I followed a man.
Nick: Did the man know you were following him?
Lucy: He did when I snuck into his apartment, impaled him with an ice pick, and feasted on his remains.
Nick: Frightening.

Lucy: You know, I think this project is really having a positive impact on me. I woke up this morning, my pillow was totally dry. And then feel my bag. It’s so light.
Nick: I am growing too. I have not called you a hoarder today.
Lucy: Ha. Typical man. Proud of himself for something that really isn’t an achievement.

[after running into Max and his new girlfriend]
Lucy: He’s just moved on. Why is it so hard for me and so easy for him? Am I that forgettable?
Nick: Are you kidding? Max aches for you. He said so himself. You’re the wild card, the fun, the sparkle.
Lucy: You think so?
Nick: He thinks so.

[referring to the neon sign]
Yan: Check this out. It’s going to look great hanging in the lobby of The Chloe.
Lucy: “In medias res.”
Nick: It’s Latin for “Into the middle of things”. It’s what the hotel stands for. It’s a place where people will meet and intersect in our story. The Chloe will always be a place they stopped along the way. See? I have feelings.

[reading the note left on the champagne bottle]
Lucy: “Dwayne and I met on New Year’s Eve. We stole this bottle of champagne and resolved to drink it together the next year. But Dwayne got sick, and next year never came. Lately, I’ve found myself drinking alone, but this is the one bottle I can’t bring myself to open.”
Marcos: Nope. Nope!
Lucy: Nick, are you crying?
Nick: No. Why would I…? What?
Marcos: Why wouldn’t you cry? Dwayne is dead, dude. They’re about to drink a bottle together, and now he’s like a ghost. He didn’t ghost him. He’s an actual ghost.

[giving a speech at her birthday party]
Amanda: I know this is a really important day for all of us. And, you know, as I was kind reflecting on my last twenty-seven years, I was kind of thinking ahead to my death.
Nadine: What is happening right now?
Amanda: Eyes up. Eyes up. And I was thinking that at my funeral, I want to be taxidermied, and then I want a photo booth so people can take photos with me. And I’ll have like wine, and hats, and different things. What do you guys think of that?
Lucy: Inspired!

Marcos: This is my wife Randy, and that’s my baby inside of her.
Nadine: Oh, my God. Tell us everything about being pregnant.
Randy: Pretty terrible so far.
Marcos: Well, the making of it was fun. The creating it. I’ll shut up.

Lucy: I’ve moved from denial to anger.
Nick: What do you mean?
Lucy: Oh, the five stages of grief. I am angry at Max, and I want revenge. And I’m not talking about breaking into his apartment and squirting lube over his good suits.
Nick: Is that something that you’ve done?

Randy: How sad are you going to be when I die?
Marcos: Terrified of life without you. Unless like there’s kids involved. Then they’ll probably fill up that void. But you’ll be missed.
Randy: You can’t marry within a year.
Marcos: I won’t. Who would I marry?
Randy: Which of my friends would you marry?
Marcos: Definitely Amanda. Just kidding. It’s not like I’ve thought about it before.
Randy: Actually, I think that’s a good fit.
Marcos: Right?
Randy: I approve of that.
Nick: You guys talking about death again?
Marcos: Mm-hmm. It’s our foreplay.

Amanda: Why do you keep talking about Nick? I think you should put your p**is in his v***na.
Lucy: Oh, I should put my p**is in his v***na.
Amanda: Yeah. But then I want to get taco first, and then you can do that.

[after Max shows up outside Lucy’s apartment]
Max Vora: I don’t really know where to start. I guess, um…
Amanda: How about, “I’m sorry for causing the worst breakup in the world’s history?”
Nadine: Or, “I’m sorry for using you like a stepping stone for my career, like Sigourney Weaver in Working Girl.”
Amanda: Or, “I’m sorry for treating you like my own personal sanitary napkin that I bled onto heavily in the heaviest part of my period.” You know that second day of your period, where you’re gushing blood?
Max Vora: I’ve heard of it.
Amanda: That’s what you did. And then you didn’t even have the courtesy to like wrap it in toilet paper when you threw it away.

[Nick interrups Max declaring he wants to get back together with Lucy]
Nick: What’s this guy doing here?
Max Vora: Why is your assistant talking to me like that?
Nick: I’m not her assistant, guy.
Max Vora: Then why are you bringing her a cake at 3:00 AM, guy?
Nick: Because I can.

[after his loan for the hotel was declined]
Nick: This is real life, Lucy. You know, we can’t all live in your fantasy land of magical thinking. I can’t just go into a closet, and wish really hard, and it will all work out. That’s not how life works.
Lucy: That’s what you think of me?

Lucy: If The Chloe closes, the gallery closes too. We’re in this together.
Nick: No, we’re not. Okay? I let myself get distracted. But not anymore. So take your stuff, and get out of here.
Lucy: So that’s it?
Nick: Yeah. That’s it.
Lucy: Okay. Yeah, you can just shut me out, but I made a commitment to every person that walked through that door with their heart on their sleeve. I am not giving up. And you shouldn’t either.

Eva Woolf: You’re erratic, irresponsible, and quite frankly, a liability. It’s young people like you who reaffirm my choice not to procreate. The last time I saw you was like listening to Brad Pitt talk about architecture. It just went on, and on, and on.
Lucy: Right.
Eva Woolf: And on, and on. It was utterly relentless.

Lucy: Will you please give me a chance? The Broken Heart Gallery, it’s changed my life.
Eva Woolf: Clearly, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here groveling.
Lucy: Oh, well. I think groveling is a strong term.
Eva Woolf: This is the definition of groveling.

Eva Woolf: I’ve learned a few things in my day. Never look at your body naked under a fluorescent light. It’s only okay to bounce a check once. After that, it’s a thing you’re known for. And when you see talent, grab it. I’d like to include the Broken Heart Gallery as an exhibit here at the Woolf in one week. Show your collection alongside mine.
Lucy: What? Did I drop acid and this is my ego death?

[after Eva agrees to exhibit the Broken Heart Gallery]
Lucy: Thank you so, so much! I mean, I don’t even know what to say.
Eva Woolf: Well, what do you say when Michael Fassbender invites you to lie naked by his pool?

[as she’s breaking up with Max, referring to Amelia]
Max Vora: I really thought I was going to marry her. And she wasn’t ready. She moved to Paris.
Lucy: And then she came back, right when she sensed you could be happy, which is always how that happens. So you kept hurting me because she kept hurting you.
Max Vora: I didn’t mean to hurt you.
Lucy: No, of course not. You’re the hero of your love story, and the villain in mine. We’re just not meant to be together.

Lucy: Eva Woolf wants to make the Broken Heart Gallery a reality by sponsoring it at the Woolf.
Nick: No way.
Lucy: And despite you being a d**k monster, since the hotel is going to be saved, I want to keep the exhibit at The Chloe.
Nick: Wow. I’m really happy for you, Lucy. You deserve it.
Lucy: I’m sorry. I’ve never had a guy be happy for my success before. It’s kind of weird. But, no, it’s good.

Lucy: We’re good together, you and me. A monster and a human.
Nick: A what and a who?
Lucy: Well, humans need monsters to stir things up, and monsters need humans to fix everything they break. It’s just simple science.

Lucy: Do you think, in life, you ever get to feel successful? Or is it just an illusion? Like at any given moment, it could be taken away from you, because it was never yours to begin with?
Nick: I think everyone feels that way.
Lucy: No one tells you that being an adult is just walking around, feeling like a fraud. You know? I mean, like who gave me a credit card? And how do I cancel my gym membership? What does Congress even do?
Nick: But you do know what Congress does, right?

[after Lucy introduces Nick to her mother]
Cheryl Gulliver: I love this song. We used to listen to this when I cooked dinner.
Lucy: “Cooked” is a very strong word for what you used to do with food.

[after they’ve slept together]
Lucy: I just saw you naked.
Nick: That is how sex works.
Lucy: Right. But we’re friends.
Nick: What if we’re more than friends?
Lucy: How do we find out?
Nick: You know, I’ve honestly been sitting here, just racking my brain through ways to figure it out. And I only seem to have come up with one solution.
Lucy: What’s that?
Nick: I think we got to do it again.
Lucy: Yeah, me too.

Nadine: So now that you and Nick are “goo-goo…”
Lucy: Is that what you think heterosexual sex looks like?
Nadine: Makes me nervous just thinking about it. But now that you guys are, you know, what have you collected from him?
Amanda: A safety net because she rescued him.
Lucy: Well, we’re partners. Partners help each other.

Amanda: [to Lucy] Look at you, Oprah, healing the masses.
Nadine: I think what Amanda is trying to say is, you’re very inspiring. You should have your own TED Talk.
Amanda: No, I’m trying to say she’s Dolly Parton.

[after Lucy finds out that Nick named his hotel after his ex-girlfriend]
Nick: I wanted to tell you, okay? I just didn’t know when or how. It’s not easy for me to open up like it is for you!
Lucy: No, it’s not easy for anyone, Nick. You know, the best part about being selfish is, you get to do it alone.

Amanda: [to Nick] Just so you know, if a gorgeous woman just pushed you off the roof. And she, you know, she was wearing kind of like a blue, really like beautiful jumpsuit. And you fell to the ground, and you just died instantly. And your lifeless body was just kind of sitting there. And then kind of this other girl…
Nadine: Who’s also gorgeous.
Amanda: Gorgeous.
Nadine: Who’s a stay at home model.
Amanda: Stay at home model in a purple top. If she just was driving this like monster truck, and she just kept running over your face.
Nadine: Just over, and over, and over, and over.
Amanda: Yeah. And like you were completely like not recognizable anymore. We would say that it was an accident. Yeah. And we have two alibis, and a Jeff. And I know from law school, that’s a really strong case.
Nadine: Ironclad.

Eva Woolf: I have something for your installation. I married a man who was jealous about everything. If I was enthusiastic about a book, about a place, about a flower, about a human being. Jealous.
[Lucy opens the ring box]
Lucy: There’s nothing inside.
Eva Woolf: I left him. I sold the ring. I started the Woolf Gallery, and I vowed to represent artists who made me feel enthusiastic. I never looked back.

Lucy: Did you regret marrying him?
Eva Woolf: Never. I wouldn’t be me if our paths hadn’t crossed. I also wouldn’t be me if I hadn’t let go. Pain, my dear, is inevitable. It’s what you do with it that matters.

[referring to Lucy’s room]
Nadine: I don’t know what it is about this room, but there’s something about it that’s so much less…
Amanda: Hoardery? Doesn’t look like a homeless woman just lives here in her free time.
Lucy: Ha-ha! You know what? I should throw you guys out in the trash. Yeah. Marie Kondo your a**es. How about that?

Amanda: [to Nadine] You owe me so much.
Lucy: Pay? Wait. What? What is going on here? What secrets do you hold?
Amanda: Nothing.
Lucy: Nadine?
Nadine: We bet that you and Nick would get back together.
Amanda: I said no. I won, obviously. I always win.
Lucy: You what?
Nadine: We bet on all your relationships.
Amanda: Yeah. How do you think I afford this lifestyle?

[referring to how much Amanda and Nadine bet on Lucy over the years]
Jeff: Seven hundred and ninety-eight dollars, thirty-four cents.
Amanda: Now? You choose to speak now? Oh, we’re getting a divorce.
Jeff: We were never married.
Amanda: Well, hurry up and ask me so I can fricking divorce you already!
Jeff: Will you marry me?
Amanda: Get out!

Randy: You need to explain to him what’s going on.
Marcos: No, I don’t. He’s a moron. Look at him.
Randy: Like you’re so evolved? All men are morons. We let you run things.
Marcos: Not the humanity speech.
Randy: You ruined the planet, you started wars, killed the bees. You raped and pillaged. If you opened your eyes to what was going on in the world, you’d never stop crying.
Marcos: I had nothing to do with that, but I will take it. As far as men go? He’s way stupider than I am.
Nick: You do realize I’m standing right here and I can hear you?

Marcos: Nick, you’re not sick, buddy.
Nick: Oh, I feel very ill.
Marcos: Right. You’re heartbroken, bro.
Nick: No, I’m not.
Marcos: Yeah, you are.

Marcos: Where do you think the money came from, Nick?
Nick: I don’t know. Where did…? What?
Marcos: The loan that saved your a**.
Nick: Yes?
Marcos: The hotel you named after another woman?
Nick: What about it?
Marcos: Remember that mysterious private lender, Nick? Lucy convinced Eva Woolf to float you the money, man. She saved your a**. It’s like she’s your knight in shining armor, and you’re the stupidest princess I’ve ever met.
Nick: No. You know what? I’m not a stupid princess.

[referring to her exhibition]
Nadine: I can’t believe you did this with your crazy.
Lucy: My crazy is beautiful.
Amanda: Crazy beautiful. I mean, team spirit or… What? I don’t know. Where’s Jeff? I hate him. I love him. I mean, I hate him. What are you doing to me?

Lucy: Hello, hoarders and art freaks. Welcome to the Broken Heart Gallery.

Lucy: This gallery does not have hundred thousand dollar paintings, or precious sculptures. It has crap. A lot of it. But these are the things we keep, the souvenirs that tell the stories of our lives, even if that is a half eaten crab cake.

Lucy: I began collecting because I lost someone a long time ago. Her body is still here, but her memory is gone. So in many ways, she’s gone too. My mother was my first heartbreak. I was afraid I would end up like her, that I would forget and be forgotten. So I clung to things, which kept me from moving forward.

Lucy: Heartbreak is the loneliest, most isolating feeling in the world. And the truth is, it happens to us all. It is the great equalizer. And without heartbreak, I wouldn’t have built this place. So I guess, in the end, the thing that broke me, also made me whole.

[as Nick interrupts Lucy’s gallery speech]
Nick: The map. I put the map in here. I know I said he, and it’s kind of random, but I don’t know. I was just trying to throw you off. I met Chloe working at a hotel. And she was, I fell in love with her. And then she left me for my boss. And I was devastated. And I promised myself that I would never let anyone make me feel that way again. And then I met you. And so I put the map on the wall because I wanted to see you again.
Lucy: Oh. You could have just asked me to dinner, or something.
Nick: Yeah. In hindsight.

Nick: But love makes you do crazy, stupid, irrational things. And I guess what I’m trying to say, Lucy, is I love you.

Nick: I love you, Lucy.
Lucy: Yeah, I heard you. Going to get back to my speech now.

Lucy: I’m a lump of coal. I feel nothing.
[Nick turns on The Broken Heart Gallery neon sign]
Nick: I changed the name of the hotel. It’s no big deal.
[referring to the crowd]
Lucy: Okay, if I didn’t do this, they would all turn on me. So this is for them.
[she kisses him]

Lucy: You’re the only person I didn’t collect anything from.
Nick: Why’s that?
Lucy: Because I love you too.

[mid-credits lines]
Nick: This is the bottle from the first whiskey we shared together. And this is the pen Lucy used to defile my hotel. And this is the hotel room key from when Lucy and I first started connecting.
Lucy: What are you doing?
Nick: I’m doing the thing about the stuff, you know, that the other people did. I’m sorry. She has no manners.
Lucy: Okay, that’s cute. But we don’t, you don’t need this, okay? Because we’re never breaking up. Not even in a zombie apocalypse.

[mid-credits lines]
Lucy: I’m sorry, he’s such a hoarder.
Nick: We don’t use that term. It’s derogatory.
Lucy: Yeah. I taught you so well.
[they kiss]

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