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Starring: Sandra Bullock, Channing Tatum, Daniel Radcliffe, Patti Harrison, Oscar Nunez, Da’Vine Joy Randolph, Brad Pitt

OUR RATING: ★★★½

Story:

Adventure comedy directed and co-written by Aaron and Adam Nee. The Lost City (2022) centers on reclusive romance novelist Loretta Sage (Sandra Bullock), who has spent her career writing about exotic places in her popular novels featuring handsome cover model Alan (Channing Tatum), who has dedicated his life to embodying the hero character, Dash. While on tour promoting her new book with Alan, Loretta is kidnapped by an eccentric billionaire, Fairfax (Daniel Radcliffe), who hopes that she can lead him to the ancient lost city’s treasure from her latest story. Wanting to prove that he can be a hero in real life, Alan sets off to rescue her, and the unlikely pair have to work together to survive the elements and find the ancient treasure before it’s lost forever.

 

Our Favorite Quotes:

'Anticipate the difficult by managing the easy.' - Jack Trainer (The Lost City) Click To Tweet

 

Best Quotes


 

Angela: My heart is still racing.
Dash: I felt it too.
Angela: All thanks to your brute strength, Dash. And your knowledge of ancient Aramaic mathematics.
Dash: Please. This has nothing to do with my two doctorates, and my master’s in Gender Studies, and everything to do with you, Dr. Lovemore.
Angela: The truth is, I never thought I would find the Lost City of D.


 

Dash: Hold up. Are these your snakes?
Fantasy Villain: No, they were just here.
Angela: There were just hundreds of snakes in this temple just waiting for us to show up?
Dash: Who feeds them? You feed them?
Angela: No, what do they eat?
Dash: Why is that one not biting that guy? Why is that happening? Are they trained not to bite henchmen or something?
Angela: I mean, the snake-to-temple ratio alone… This is ridiculous. Delete.
Fantasy Villain: I think my character can still work.
Angela: Delete.


 

Beth Hatten: [voice mail] Hey, it’s me, Beth. I don’t want to pull the whole “I’m your publisher” card, but I am. And I’m really looking forward to seeing this last chapter. But no pressure. No, there actually is pressure. You know, the exact amount of pressure that motivates you but doesn’t paralyze you. You got this.


 

Beth Hatten: [voice mail] Listen, I know these last five years have been hard after John’s passing, and it feels easier to live in your bathtub, drinking Chardonnay on ice. But, girl, there is a great big world waiting for you, and a book tour that I can’t cancel. So just make it happen, alright?


 

Beth Hatten: Okay, honey, it’s showtime.
Loretta Sage: [referring to her jumpsuit] Are you sure about this? Because I have a wedgie in the back, and in the front in this thing. I feel like a nerdy figure skater.
Beth Hatten: Sexy. Stunner. I’m all about it.
Loretta Sage: No, it’s not. It’s not. How do I move in this?


 

Loretta Sage: Do I need to be wearing a glitter onesie?
Beth Hatten: You only have to wear this for two hours. And do not mess this up, do you hear me? This is on loan.


 

Beth Hatten: [to Loretta] This is Allison. She is our new social media manager. And she’s going to be helping us target that younger demographic. Meaning women in their thirties who wish they were in their twenties.


 

Beth Hatten: Just think of this as a way that uses word of mouth.
Loretta Sage: Oh, you want word of mouth? Here we go. How’s this? “The only thing more lost than the city is the author herself. Loveless. Passionless. Way past her prime. And, oh, “This is fake history at its worst.”


 

Beth Hatten: We have to remind the fans why they love you so much.
Loretta Sage: Real history. I merely season it with a smidge more nudity.
Allison: History had a ton of nudity.


 

Loretta Sage: [referring to Alan] He’s a body wash commercial. He’s always glistening all over the place. There hasn’t been an event where his shirt didn’t come flying off.
Allison: You wish.
Beth Hatten: Well, he’s already here, so put on your big-girl panties, and let’s get out there. Remember, no grumpy face, big words, or boring academic talk.


 

Alan: [referring to Loretta’s book] I mean, this one’s such a special book for me personally. I don’t know how to say how much it means to me that Loretta, word writer extraordinaire, has, you know, named the book after me. The Lost City of Dash. The Lost City of D.
Loretta Sage: But that’s not what the D stands for.
Ray the Moderator: It’s D for “d**k,” right?
Loretta Sage: No d**k, no. It’s based on the name of an ancient tribe, Dapocagihou-dysphem-ica. And it was too difficult for the European colonizers to pronounce. So, in true colonial fashion they abbreviated it.


 

Alan: What I would really like to know is what is Loretta’s favorite romantic moment?
Ray the Moderator: Ooh, spicy.
Loretta Sage: Oh. Well, being a sapiosexual…
Alan: Oh, is that when they do the snakes around the…
Loretta Sage: No. That’s someone who finds intellect, or intelligence, very sexy, you know.
Alan: Same.
Loretta Sage: Really?


 

Alan: Look, I get it if you need a break, or something, but you can’t just kill me, okay?
Loretta Sage: Okay. I hate that I have to ask this, but you do know you’re not Dash, right? Dash is a character I made up.

 

'To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.' - Jack Trainer and Loretta Sage (The Lost City) Click To Tweet

 

Loretta Sage: [to Alan] Beth is going to be fine. She’s going to find plenty fresh, young writers full of great ideas. You can transition gracefully into the shirt-on phase of your modeling career, and I can be left alone. Everybody is happy.


 

Alan: Why would you want to be stuck at home alone, when you could see the world? You could be visiting ancient Greece.
Loretta Sage: Okay. How could I visit ancient Greece?
Alan: I get it. Because you’re afraid of flying.
Loretta Sage: No. Because ancient Greece is in the past. Just like Dash.
Alan: Okay. You want to know who else is stuck in the past? You are. You’re so afraid of life hurting you again that you’ve stopped living. You’re like a human mummy.
Chef: Mummies are human.


 

Alan: [referring to Loretta] I’ve never said the right thing one time around her. I get nervous because she opens her mouth, and just an encyclopedia of beautifulness comes out, and I just never say… You know she’s trying to kill me?


 

Loretta Sage: [to the thugs] What is this, Taken? Am I tooken?


 

Abigail Fairfax: [to his thugs, who’ve brought him Loretta] Oh, no. Did this feel creepy? I said don’t make it creepy, guys.


 

Abigail Fairfax: But first, a little bit about the mysterious rogue you see before you. My name is Abigail Fairfax.
Loretta Sage: Abigail?
Abigail Fairfax: It’s a gender neutral name. Like Leslie, or Beverly.


 

Alan: [referring to finding Loretta] I think I actually have somebody that could help us. I did this meditation retreat, and there was this trainer guy there. You should see this guy meditate. But he’s ex-Navy SEAL. He’s a special ops trainer. What was his name? Yeah. Jack Trainer.
Beth Hatten: So he’s a trainer named Jack Trainer?
Alan: That’s how I have everybody in my phone. See, “Janice Mom”. “Larry Doorknob”. “Stacy Butt Stuff”.


 

Jack Trainer: [over phone] “Anticipate the difficult by managing the easy.”
Alan: Is that Oprah or Deepak?
Jack Trainer: Laozi from Tao-te Ching.


 

Beth Hatten: [after tracking Loretta’s smartwatch] Oh, my God. It’s in the Atlantic. She’s on a plane?
Alan: How can you tell that?
Beth Hatten: Because she can’t swim that fast.

 

'You have to earn the throb.' - Loretta Sage (The Lost City) Click To Tweet

 

Jack Trainer: Doesn’t sound like a ransom scenario. My guess is blood sport, Hunger Games type situation. Possibly some coke-fueled dark web scavenger hunt. Real clown s**t. We’ll have to move fast.


 

Jack Trainer: [over phone] I’ll have her back within forty-eight hours, or your next rescue is free.
Beth Hatten: How many people need a next rescue?
Allison: More than you’d think.


 

Loretta Sage: Unchain me!
Abigail Fairfax: That’s your seatbelt.


 

Loretta Sage: Did you chloroform me? People actually do that?
Abigail Fairfax: Well, you know, it’s a classic for a reason.


 

Loretta Sage: No more charcuterie, I take it.
Abigail Fairfax: Please. I’m not a monster.


 

Abigail Fairfax: Look, I too wish your dear old dead archaeologist husband was here to help, but he’s not. So, time to shine, Loretta, sex book writer.


 

Loretta Sage: They will come for me.
Abigail Fairfax: Who, exactly? Your many cats?
Loretta Sage: Oh, I don’t have cats.
Abigail Fairfax: Somehow even more sad.
Loretta Sage: I have a hamster, a**hole!
Abigail Fairfax: You have a hamster’s a**hole?
Loretta Sage: No, there was a comma… Forget it.


 

Alan: I was thinking that I could, you know, maybe just sort of come with you.
Jack Trainer: Why?
Alan: To help. I know CPR. I know some light karate. CrossFit certified.


 

Alan: It’s my fault. Not the kidnapping, and stuff, but like I said some really mean stuff to her, and I regret it. And I just need to take it back. I called her a human mummy.
Jack Trainer: Mummies are human.
Alan: I’m aware of that now, yes. That is true.


 

Alan: [referring to the car] Really? Is this what the SEAL teams use?
Jack Trainer: “Only a fool chooses a horse by its color.”
Alan: Right. Right. The Tao-te Ching?
Jack Trainer: No, it was on the sign back there at the rental place.

Alan: It’s very, very important to me that she knows that I came to rescue her.
Jack Trainer: Why? Do you like this woman?
Alan: No, I just brought snacks and stuff. And she gets a little grumpy when she’s hungry. Blood pressure drops. And I get that, because I’m a five meal a day kind of guy.


 

Alan: I just want her to, you know, think of me as more than a cover model.
Jack Trainer: But, Alan, you are so much more. You’re my lookout.
Alan: Okay, can I at least do the part where I put her in the car, and I just go, “Shh. You’re safe now?”
Jack Trainer: Sure, champ. She’ll love that.


 

Alan: [as he hits one of the thugs] Teamwork, yeah!
Jack Trainer: Great effort, Alan, but that man was already unconscious.
Alan: I was already wound up.


 

Jack Trainer: Loretta Sage?
Loretta Sage: Yes.
Jack Trainer: I’m getting you out of here.
Loretta Sage: Why are you so handsome?
Jack Trainer: My dad was a weatherman.


 

Loretta Sage: What are you doing here?
Alan: Irregardless, I’m here to save you.
Loretta Sage: That’s not…
Jack Trainer: I think he meant “regardless”.

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Alan: [as Trainer opens Loretta’s legs] Ooh. Does she need saving in there, Trainer? I think she’s fine there.


 

Jack Trainer: Shh. You’re safe now.
Loretta Sage: How are you so calm?
Alan: That was my line.


 

Loretta Sage: Is that Reiki? Are you healing me?
Jack Trainer: I think so. As Laozi says, “To the mind that is still…”
Loretta Sage: “The whole universe surrenders.”
Alan: Hey, yeah. I know some quotes that could be good for this moment.
Jack Trainer: In omnia paratus.
Loretta Sage: “Ready for anything.”


 

Alan: [to Trainer and Loretta] Maybe we shouldn’t be just staring lovingly into each other’s eyes like you’re going to fall in love, like I’m not here.


 

Loretta Sage: Who are you?
Jack Trainer: Just a guy trying to do his job. And right now, that job is to get this lovely lady…
[he suddenly gets shot in the head]


 

Alan: Why would you throw a gun?!
Loretta Sage: Seriously?


 

Alan: [as he’s trying to get Loretta, who’s strapped in the chair, into the car] Got to squeeze! You got to do a Kegel or something! Kegel it!
Loretta Sage: What do you think a Kegel is?


 

Alan: [referring to Trainer] Are those his brains?
Loretta Sage: What?
Alan: I think his brains are on my face! Definitely his brains are in my mouth. I can taste his thoughts!


 

Alan: He just liked training people. Trainer.
Loretta Sage: What are you talking about?
Alan: He loved me.


 

Loretta Sage: Maybe next time I toss a gun at you, you can catch it instead of ducking.
Alan: How about the next time you toss a gun at me, you say, “Hey, Alan, catch?” You know, then maybe do that before you throw it?
Loretta Sage: Well, “here” is a synonym for “catch”.
Alan: No, “here” is not a cinnamon for “catch”.
Loretta Sage: Okay. In a colloquial kind of way, yes, it is. You say, “Here,” I toss you a sweatshirt. You say, “Here,” I toss you a pen.
Alan: How about just, “Hey! Catch! Gun!” Anything that you want to throw, and I’ll catch it because you said, “Catch.” And I’ll catch it because you said it. That is also an option, and then we would have a gun with us. That’s a thing.


 

Alan: You got to stay hydrated.
Loretta Sage: Thank you so much.
Alan: They didn’t have glass bottles, so we’ll definitely hold onto it and recycle.


 

Loretta Sage: Okay, you are not Dash, and I’m not Lovemore. Okay? I’m Loretta, and you are Alan. And jungles eat people like us, okay? And I don’t want to mess up the jumpsuit. It’s on loan. So we’re going to stay put.


 

Alan: We’re not just going to stand around here, okay? We’re going to go through the jungle, we’re going to go to the airport, and find a phone. So you can have your cake and get what you want.
Loretta Sage: And eat it too?
Alan: If that’s what you want to do with your cake, fine. Let’s go.
Loretta Sage: That’s the only thing you do with cake.
Alan: Not mine.


 

Loretta Sage: I don’t know what your people do, but my people eat it.
Alan: You could give it to someone as a gift.
Loretta Sage: Those people are still going to eat the cake. Everybody eats cake.
Alan: What about the kind people jump out of? They don’t eat it, when they’re in it.
Loretta Sage: Oh, my God.


 

Alan: What did they kidnap you for anyhow? Is it like some weird sex stuff, like Taken?
Loretta Sage: Oh, my God. Thank you.


 

Alan: What? Are you kidding me right now? This is like your book. So we’re basically on like a Lovemore and Dash adventure right now.


 

Loretta Sage: We need to go by river.
Alan: No, no. I don’t really do water.
Loretta Sage: What do you mean, “do water”? I’m not asking you to procreate with it.
Alan: My body and water don’t really go together.


 

Alan: [as they’re crossing the river] Why is it warm here? Wait, are you peeing?
Loretta Sage: Just go around it.


 

Loretta Sage: [as she sees leeches on his back] Okay. Don’t panic.
Alan: What do you mean “don’t panic”?
Loretta Sage: Just don’t panic.
Alan: No. Stop saying “panic”. I’m panicking now.
Loretta Sage: Okay. You have something on your back.
Alan: [feels the leeches on his back and yells] No! What is that?
Loretta Sage: Stop screaming. Stop screaming. Stop screaming.
Alan: Do you have any on you?
Loretta Sage: No. No.
Alan: Why don’t you have any on you?
Loretta Sage: Maybe the jumpsuit scared them off. I don’t know.


 

Alan: [referring to the leeches] Get them off.
Loretta Sage: Oh, my God. Okay. No, I can’t touch those blood-gorged mucous sacks.


 

Alan: I feel so many.
Loretta Sage: [as she sees the leeches on his back] Oh! Holy mother of God!
Alan: Why are you praying? Is it that bad? It can’t be that bad. Is it that bad? How many?
Loretta Sage: It’s not great.


 

Alan: [referring to the leeches] They’re going to suck every bit of me out.
Loretta Sage: Just please stop speaking. I just need to get low. Hold on a second.
Alan: Oh, God! I can feel them just, they’re just sucking out so much. I’m going to be like a shriveled-up skin sack when they’re done. You cannot tell my dad I died this way, okay? You got to tell him I was like wrestling an anaconda with a sword, or something. I’m like a blood Jamba Juice. They’re just sucking it all out.


 

Alan: Why are they all on my butt though?
Loretta Sage: Kind of like picking anchovies off my Caesar salad. It’s actually not so bad.
Alan: Anchovies? Why do you go to food right now?


 

Alan: [as he turns for Loretta to check his front] Do I have any leeches or not?
Loretta Sage: Oh, your plucky warrior hangs in tranquil solitude.


 

Julian: What’s that song you’re singing?
Rafi: A song my abbi used to sing to me when I was a kid. “If you suck life from the island, the island will suck of you.”
Julian: Your grandma sang you songs about getting sucked off by an island?
Rafi: It doesn’t translate super well.


 

Alan: Is phantom leech syndrome like a thing? They don’t lay eggs, do they?


 

Loretta Sage: They’ve got us cornered.
Alan: Okay. We’ve got to go up. Come on.
Loretta Sage: What? Have you seen what I’m wearing? I’m in a glitter straitjacket.


 

Loretta Sage: I should not be doing this. I’m too old for this.
Alan: No, you’re not. You’re beautiful.
Loretta Sage: I didn’t say I’m not beautiful. I said I’m too old to be doing this. My skill is sitting and thinking, and eating when I can’t think.


 

Allison: [to Beth, over phone] I get that you think you have to go to the island authorities yourself, but don’t worry, I’m keeping Loretta’s socials super active. Just tweeted, “Did I just get kidnapped? #FML, @ShawnMendes, #ShawnMendes.”


 

Loretta Sage: What’s in your bag? Oh, a lot. Okay.
Alan: What are you doing?
Loretta Sage: Okay. Face masks.
Alan: Yeah, that was like a gift basket thing.
Loretta Sage: You brought a scented candle into the jungle?
Alan: My mom gave me that. It was like a weird gift for Mother’s Day.
Loretta Sage: Your mom gives you gifts for Mother’s Day?


 

Alan: Yeah. That is why I don’t do water. My body becomes an eighth-grader’s face.


 

Alan: [referring to his back] Oh, no. You don’t have to touch it. It’s okay. It’s fine.
Loretta Sage: I touched your engorged sacks, so. The leeches.
Alan: Oh. Okay.


 

Alan: Maybe this is how Dash should die. Horrible eczema outbreak. That’s so sexy.
Loretta Sage: Oh, I could make it work.


 

Loretta Sage: You good?
Alan: Yeah, I’m fire, fine. I’m fine. I’m not “fire”. I’m fine by the fire.


 

Abigail Fairfax: [to his thugs] Let’s give a nice round of applause to Loretta! She earned it. A geriatric shut-in left you holding your d**ks in the jungle. Good job, Loretta.


 

Beth Hatten: I need to get to the island Isla Hundida tonight. Lives are at stake.
Uniformed Man: Come tomorrow.
Oscar: Excuse me, miss?
Beth Hatten: Yes?
Beth Hatten: I couldn’t help but overhear you say that you like a steak. Okay, this is a little bit crazy, but I also like a steak.


 

Oscar: I have a cargo plane. Maybe after I make my delivery, we could swing by your island.
Beth Hatten: I’m about to ask you something, and you better tell me the truth. Have you ever murdered anyone before?
Oscar: No!
Beth Hatten: I don’t know if I really buy it. But let me tell you something, if you ever think about murdering me, I promise, I will murder you first.
Oscar: My pleasure.
Beth Hatten: You are weird. Let’s go.


 

Alan: We’re in this together. I came here to rescue you.
Loretta Sage: You know you’re not Dash, right? You don’t ride in on a white horse to rescue people. You spray yourself with bronzer, and you stand in front of wind machines, which is great for you.


 

Loretta Sage: [to Alan] You were a homecoming king, and you coasted on your good looks to LA, but then realized that being the most handsome kid in the middle of nowhere doesn’t mean you’re going to be a star. Until one day, when a woman, who couldn’t publish her book on Spanish colonization in the Atlantic, decided to write a romance novel, chose you random to be on the cover. Lucky for you and her, the novels were a smashing success. She kept writing her schlock, you kept posing. You know, neither one of us becoming who we’d hoped we would be. And then one day, we both die, in the jungle, on one of those Atlantic islands I wrote about all those years ago.


 

Alan: Loretta, you can do whatever you want. If you don’t want to write anymore, don’t write. But don’t minimize the people that love your work by calling it schlock. That’s not fair to them. You know what’s ironic? I thought you of all people would know not to judge a book by its cover.
Loretta Sage: [to herself] Judge a book by its cover model.


 

Loretta Sage: How do they keep finding us?
Alan: You’re basically a walking disco ball.


 

Loretta Sage: They’re shooting only at you. They won’t shoot me. It’s my brain that’s valuable.
Alan: What? I don’t think you actually hear the things you say sometimes.


 

Alan: I should be shielding you.
Loretta Sage: Why? Because I’m a woman? That’s supremely sexist.
Alan: Well, look, I don’t think, you know, using women as human shields is exactly the change that Gloria Seinfeld had in mind, do you?
Loretta Sage: Gloria Steinem?
Alan: Whatever. Her too. You know what? Fine. Please mansplain sexism to me right now.
Loretta Sage: Oh, my God. I am a woman. I can’t mansplain anything.
Alan: I’m a feminist, and I think a woman can do anything a man can do.


 

Alan: [referring to her torn jumpsuit] What, you going to put it back together?
Loretta Sage: It’s on loan.


 

Beth Hatten: Let me ask you something. We’re all sitting here chitchatting, but who’s flying the plane?
Oscar: Autopilot.
Beth Hatten: What? Sir, go to the cockpit, fly the plane.


 

Alan: This is so much better than your books.
Loretta Sage: What?
Alan: No, I don’t mean any offense. It’s like equal.


 

Abigail Fairfax: [referring to Alan] Who is that? Is that a Ken doll on a moped?


 

Abigail Fairfax: [referring to Alan] I know him from somewhere.
Loretta Sage: Oh, I doubt that. Because what you are looking at is a highly trained combat specialist, forged in the furnaces of Afghanistan, Iraq, Kuwait, Sarasota. Incredible skin. No eczema problems. And he will not stop until I am safe! So you pull this space tank over, unless you would like to perish like his friends did. And he is responsible for their perishment. He might not have meant to, but they perished, so.


 

Abigail Fairfax: That’s your cover model, isn’t it? Yes. I knew I knew him from somewhere. Get up there. And kill him creatively. I love watching hunks fail.


 

Loretta Sage: It’s hot in here. Anyone else feeling how hot it is?
Abigail Fairfax: Are you trying to be sexy? This is very weird. Please, stop.
Loretta Sage: I could set your world on fire.
[she suddenly starts a fire in the SUV]


 

Beth Hatten: [to the policeman] You’re closed? You know I’ve been trying to take a nap for a year and a half? A year and a half. I have been burning the candle at both ends, the midnight oil, since way before my friend got kidnapped. And all I want to do is kick my feet back, and drink some wine, that I’m probably too tired to drink. And I want a massage. I want someone to massage my shoulders, and my feet, and I want it at the same time. And I don’t care if logistically that doesn’t make sense. Because I have worked hard. The same way that I know that you have. So I hate to ask you to leave this place open a few more minutes, because if we don’t, a very close friend of mine, and her cover model, are going to die.


 

Abigail Fairfax: Julian?
Loretta Sage: His name is Julian?
Alan: He seems more like a Buck or a Bruce.


 

Abigail Fairfax: There’s a tunnel. This could lead to the tomb.
Alan: That’s not person-sized.
Abigail Fairfax: Ah, speak for yourself. Come on. It’s practically a kiddie slide.
Loretta Sage: More like a rock sphincter.
Alan: Or a troll anus.
Abigail Fairfax: Alright. Well, you are going through the anus. The hole. The tunnel!


 

Alan: [to Fairfax] Wait, I’m the damsel in distress?


 

Alan: Hey, you smell that?
Loretta Sage: You mean centuries worth of bat feces? Yes, I definitely smell that.


 

Alan: It’s better to be buried alive than buried dead, I guess.
Loretta Sage: It’s really not.


 

Loretta Sage: [as they’re being buried alive] This is fine. This is not an active nightmare I’ve had since I was fourteen years-old.


 

Loretta Sage: It’s kind of funny. I used to think this sort of thing was so romantic.
Alan: Yeah? Being locked in a coffin, about to be buried by lava, or cuddling dead people?
Loretta Sage: Just laying down with a lost love.


 

Alan: I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be Dash.
Loretta Sage: You’re right. You’re nothing like Dash. You didn’t ride in on a white horse to save me. You rode in on a borrowed scooter with a broken muffler.


 

Loretta Sage: I never could’ve written a Dash like you. Because I never knew a Dash like Alan. I was so afraid of being hurt by life again that I just stopped living. Couldn’t see the good things in front of me. I’m just so sorry I didn’t see you sooner.
Alan: I have a confession too. See, I was really liking where this new story of ours was headed. I just wanted to see how it was going to turn out, I guess.
Loretta Sage: The Adventures of Loretta and Alan.
Alan: No, it would need a better title than that.
Loretta Sage: Yeah, definitely. Definitely.


 

Loretta Sage: [as she takes off her wedding ring] Dulcius ex asperis. Sweeter after difficulty.


 

Beth Hatten: I found a British guy in a cave. I thought he was a little boy, but he has a full beard.
Loretta Sage: Beth, that’s Fairfax! He kidnapped us!
Alan: He’s a bad guy, Beth! He killed my trainer!


 

Beth Hatten: Remember, you are my platonic man friend.
Oscar: Platonic? I like the sound of that. I’m not sure what it means, but I like the sound of it.


 

Alan: [as he’s describing what would come next for them in the book] “He looked deep in her eyes. The only thing that could compare to the pulse of the ocean was the throbbing in the…”
Loretta Sage: Oh. No, no. Okay, no. You can’t throb.
Alan: Why not?
Loretta Sage: No, no. You can’t come out of the gate with a throb.
Alan: You throb all the time.
Loretta Sage: I don’t come out of the gate with it. You have to earn the throb.
Alan: Who made you the queen of throb?
Loretta Sage: Well, it’s usually a chapter four thing. You want it brought up appropriately in four.
Alan: I think you throb in all the chapters.


 

Alan: “Pulsating.”
Loretta Sage: It’s a precursor to throb.
Alan: “Undulating.”
Loretta Sage: You just jumped to five.
Alan: How about they just kiss? Why not?
Loretta Sage: Just like a regular kiss?
Alan: Yeah. Like a beginning of the chapter kiss.
Loretta Sage: I’m good at starting…
Alan: [as he kisses her] How was that? Any notes?
Loretta Sage: Very good first chapter attempt.


 

Alan: [mid-credits lines, as they see Trainer in their meditation class] You were dead. Your brains came out of your face and hit the back of my throat. He was in my mouth.
Loretta Sage: Don’t say he was in your mouth.
Alan: I could taste you.
Loretta Sage: Don’t ever say that.
Jack Trainer: We only use ten percent of our brain, so I just switched to another ten percent.
Loretta Sage: So, you’re okay?
Jack Trainer: One hundred percent. Meaning ten percent.
Loretta Sage: We thought you were dead.
Jack Trainer: Naturally, I have some anger issues I need to let go of.
Loretta Sage: Of course.
Jack Trainer: And resentment.
Alan: So good to see you, man.

 


 

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