Paterson

Paterson: "I'm working on a poem for you."
Laura: "A love poem?"
Paterson: "Yeah, I guess if it's for you it's a love poem."

Paterson: "But he's not going to do anything crazy?"
Marie: "Everything he does is crazy."
[Everett walks into the bar holding up a gun]
Everett: "Nobody move!"

Marie: "You drive the bus, right? Your name really Paterson?"
Paterson: "My real name is Paterson."
Marie: "Well, that's kind of crazy, right?"

Man in Low Rider: "Hey, yoh. That's an English bulldog, right? A dog like that get dog jacked, majee."
Paterson: "Well it gives me something to look forward to I guess."
Man in Low Rider: "Ooh."

"Your poetry is really good, and someday you might let the world read it. Admit you are a great poet."

"When you're a child you learn there are three dimensions: height, width and depth... like a shoebox. Then later you hear there's a fourth dimension: time."

Paterson: "Morning, Donny. Everything okay?"
Donny: "No, not really. My kid needs braces on her teeth, my car needs a transmission job, my wife wants me to take her to Florida but I'm behind on the mortgage payments, my uncle called from India and he needs money for my niece's wedding and I got this strange rash on my back. Who about you?"
Paterson: "I'm okay."
Donny: "Ready to roll, Paterson?"
Paterson: "Yeah."