Meryl: I can feel your hot breath on my neck.
L: Good things travel fast.
M: As will my fingers when I touch your naked chest.
L: I can't tell you all the times I fantasized about your long blond hair, like in Kramer vs. Kramer. I used to pretend you were my mommy and would slap that hair against my stomach.
M: Oh, mama like, mama like.
L: What made you do that movie Falling in Love? It's so shmaltzy.
M: Well, you haven't had the pleasure of making out with DeNiro.
L: Who's better, DeNiro or Nicholson?
M: Naughty son, why don't we go into that little closet over there and I'll give you a spanking.
L: I love acting.