FISHER: Ellie asked me to come down to offer moral support.
IKE: Since when does Ellie need moral support?
ELLIE: It's for you, Ike.
IKE: What?
ELLIE: Journalism lesson number one. If you fabricate your facts, you get fired.
IKE: Lesson number two. Never work for your former spouse.
ELLIE: That's nothing to do with it. You cooked this story up and you know it.
IKE: I didn't cook up a story. I had a source.
ELLIE: Someone reliable, I'm sure.

MAGGIE: If you're looking for Elm Street, it's that way.
IKE: Thank you.
MAGGIE: If you came down here in the pursuit of happiness, you might as well go back, because you can't make me feel bad.
IKE: I'm not here to make you feel bad. I'm here for vindication. In my heart...
MAGGIE: You have one?
IKE: I feel I'm right about you. You got me fired, lady. You destroyed my reputation and you screwed up my hair. You chew men up, spit them out and love it. And I'm down here to satisfy myself on that point.
MAGGIE: Did something happen to make you care about reality?
IKE: Yes. Conviction. Conviction that I'm onto the truth. You're going to do the same thing to "poor bastard number four" that you did to the last three. You're going to run again. And I'm not leaving until you do.
MAGGIE: You're going to be very disappointed.
IKE: We'll see.
MAGGIE: I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to get back to work. I still have my job. I have nothing to hide, Mr. Graham. Talk to whoever you want. You might actually stumble upon a fact or two.

MAGGIE: Every one of those times I was being supportive. Something you won't understand.
IKE: Supportive? You weren't being supportive. You were being scared. Just like now. You are the most lost woman I have ever laid eyes on.
MAGGIE: Lost?
IKE: That's right. You're so lost you don't even know how you like your eggs.
MAGGIE: What!?
IKE: With the priest, you liked them scrambled. With the Dead Head, fried. With the bug guy, poached. Now it's egg whites only, thank you very much.
MAGGIE: That's called changing your mind.
IKE: No, that's called not having a mind of your own. What are you doing, Maggie? You really want to let that man drag you up Annapuma on your honeymoon? You don't want to climb Annapuma.
MAGGIE: Yes, I do!
IKE: No, you don't. You want a man who will lead you down the beach with his head over your eyes just so you can discover the feel of the sand under your feet. You want a guy who will take you into a cave with a thousand candles just to read you a poem. You want a man to wake you up at dawn because he's burning to talk to you and he can't wait another minute to find out what you'll say. Am I right?