My Life in Ruins

Dr. Tullen: (about Irv, hands Georgia $$) That man is so rude. Make it stop. Big Al: (about the bus crash) You know, this whole thing happened 'cause he was staring at you, Angie. Kimmy: Angie, everyone on the bus has a different word for it. I call it: mysterious. Caitlin: Will my parents ever stop fighting? GATOR: (doing rapid shots of Grapa) I've never even seen this kind of alcohol before! Nico: (sarcastically, to his group) Fine, fine, take your stupid pictures and I go get you some ice cream. Maria': Everybody should take the time for a coffee. Maria: Nico? He quit. Mama's boy. I knew his father. Same thing.

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Georgia: Why does Nico always get the good group? Maria: His evaluations don't say: Average.

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Maria: By the way, Spiros eloped with that girl with no foot. Georgia: (going through her mail) Excellent! Maria: Why? Georgia: I’m being sarcastic. Maria: You're not funny. Stop trying. Georgia: Who's my driver? Not Themio. Maria: Relax. He's in jail. You got the substitute. Procopi. Georgia: (as he comes through the side door w/ her back to him) The creepy, hairy, creepy guy?... He's right behind me, isn't he?

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Maria: (after Georgia leaves) That girl. That girl has no kefi, What Greek does not have spirit, eh? Nico: Maybe she's half Greek. Maria: This was supposed to be temporary while she looked for some big-shot teaching job. And now no one will hire her and I am stuck with her. Nico: Hey, if I make her quit, can I have a raise?

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Irv: I have a question. Georgia: Yeah. Irv: (referring to Dr. Tullen, who is covered head-to-toe) What's with the beekeeper? Mr. Tullen: My wife needs protection from the sun. Irv: But we're not going to the sun.

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Georgia: Standing in the middle of culture and history,and they want a 50-50 poly-cotton blend T-shirt with a picture of a Trojan horse. Why am I spending my life showing tourists gorgeous ancient ruins they care nothing about? And Pangloss Tours pays lousy. They book the worst hotel rooms. I don't have any friends here. I actually don't know anybody. Really, I haven't had sex in forever. Prokopi: Forever is a long time. Georgia: Yeah. You speak English? Prokopi: Yes.

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