In London, England, love blooms between an American college student, named Lisa, and a British glaciologist, named Matt, where over the next few months in between attending rock concerts, the two lovers have intense sexual encounters.

Matt: Exploring the Antarctic is like exploring space. You enter a void, thousands of miles, with no people, no animals, no plants. You're isolated in a vast, empty continent. Claustrophobia and agoraphobia in the same place, like two people in a bed.
Matt: [narrating voice over] She was twenty one, beautiful, egotistical, careless and crazy.
Lisa: I've had one from Colombia, one from Brazil, one from Argentina... one from Germany when I was in high school. I have...
Lisa: An English boyfriend.
Lisa: Sometimes you have to have faith in people.
Lisa: [after taking some speed] You are so boring today. Boring... bo-ring... I'm sure there's someone named Bo... Bo Ring. Bo Derek...
Matt: You're so fucking interesting when you start taking pills at this time of day.
Lisa: You know what, I haven't even taken any fucking pills at this time of the day. That I take every day, that I've been taking since you fucking met me.
[when Matt indicated to the bottle of pills she just took]
Lisa: I haven't taken any of those pills. Did you see me take any of those pills? You've been sitting right in front of me. Are you sitting in front of me not even looking at me? Don't even pay any fucking attention to me.
Matt: [to Lisa] Forget who you are. Forget where you are.
Lisa: You look like a gangster like that.
Matt: I'm trying to look like a gangster.
Lisa: You look ugly.
Matt: I'm trying to look ugly.
Lisa: [whispered] Fuck me, Matt... Matt, come up here and fuck me.
Matt: There was only a week before her flight home. She was like a tourist on holiday in London. She bought souvenirs and Christmas presents. She was happy to be leaving.
Lisa: Those glasses look so ugly.
Matt: I'm trying to look ugly.
Lisa: They look stupid.
Matt: I'm trying to look stupid.
Matt: The Antarctic is the planet's memory, a memory of a time before there were people.
[Lisa is standing in front of a mirror looking at her naked, skinny, flat-chested body]
Lisa: Do I look like a boy?
Matt: [sarcastic] Yeah. That's one of the reasons why I like you.
Matt: [to Lisa] I love you.
[first lines]
Matt: When I remember Lisa I don't think about her clothes, or her work, or where she was from, or even what she said. I think about her smell, her taste, her skin touching mine.
Lisa: Only unhappy people are bad dancers.
Matt: [narrating] Lisa didn't want to go to the gig that night, so I gave her ticket away. Five thousand people in a room and you can still feel alone.
Lisa: [after snorting a line of cocaine] That was a really big lump, actually.