A New York socialite, deeply troubled and in denial, arrives in San Francisco to impose upon her sister. She looks a million, but isn't bringing money, peace, or love...

Jasmine: Anxiety, nightmares and a nervous breakdown, there's only so many traumas a person can withstand until they take to the streets and start screaming.
Augie: Some people, they don't put things behind so easily.
Jasmine: Who do you have to sleep with around here to get a Stoli martini with a twist of lemon?
Jasmine: Can you please not fight in here? I don't think I can take it. For some reason, my Xanax isn't kicking in.
[last lines]
Jasmine: [talking to herself] It's fraught with peril. They gossip, you know, they talk. I saw Danny. Yes, did I tell you? He's getting married. A weekend in Palm Beach means I can wear... what could I wear? I can wear the Dior dress I bought in Paris. Yes, my black dress. Well, Hal always used to surprise me with jewelry. Extravagant pieces. I think he used to buy them at auction. It's so obvious what you're doing. You think I don't know. French au pair.
[Blue Moon begins playing]
Jasmine: This was playing on the Vineyard. Blue Moon. I used to know the words. I knew the words. Now they're all a jumble.
Ginger: You think Al is a step up from Chili?
Jasmine: Anybody is a step up from Chili.
Jasmine: But that's all history boys, I met someone, I'm a new person.
Ginger: He was a handsome guy with money.
Ginger: He was a smooth talker and pampered her. What's she gonna say? No?
Jasmine: Tip big boys, tip big because you get good service and they count on tips.
Dr. Flicker: Have you ever gotten high on nitrous oxide?
Jasmine: No.
Dr. Flicker: It would remove your inhibitions.
Jasmine: I don't really have any inhibitions.