"A needlepoint sweater and a minivan. I'll be back [from this date] in about eight minutes."
Audrey: "Do you sleep with your brother? Do you know how sick and twisted that is?"
Ellen: "Well, I'm sleeping with your father. Don't be so dramatic."
Harry: "Tell me, exactly, how long it is that you've been working here?"
Sarah: "Two years, seven months, three days, and, I suppose, what . . . two hours?"
Harry: "And how long have you been in love with Karl, our enigmatic chief designer?"
Sarah: "Ahm, two years, seven months, three days, and, I suppose, an hour and 30 minutes."
"I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences. But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are."
(With posters:) "But for now, let me say / without hope or agenda / just because it's Christmas / (and at Christmas you tell the truth) / to me, you are perfect."
Scott/Santa Claus: "Hey, Cupid, why don't you shoot me with one of your darts, and then I'll fall in love?"
Cupid: "First of all, they're not darts; they're arrows. Second of all, no can do."
Scott/Santa Claus: "Why not?"
Cupid: "Because they have no effect on us. Believe me, if they did, I would've shot myself in the butt, met a nice girl, left business years ago."
"But you know, the thing about romance is . . . people only get together right at the very end."
Graham: "Long-distance relationships can work, you know."
Amanda: "Really? I can't make one work when I live in the same house with someone."
Judy: "But, don't you think we ought to . . . oh . . . kiss or something?"
Phil: "Uh . . . n-n-not until it's absolutely necessary."
Jamie (in English): "It's my favorite time of day, driving you."
Aurelia (in Portuguese): "It's the saddest part of my day, leaving you."
"You know what, I totally put myself out there doing that, and that was not an easy thing to do, and if you're the kind of man that can't support a woman's ambition, then I don't think there's any reason to continue this date."
Elizabeth: "John, when you're kissing me, don't talk about plumbing."
John: "What? Oh, I'm sorry, what should I talk about?"
Bridget: "Wait a minute . . . Nice boys don't kiss like that."
Mark: "Oh, yes, they f*cking do."
"Get a grip. People hate sissies. No one's ever gonna shag you if you cry all the time."
"I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it!"
"This is an occasion for genuinely tiny knickers."
Darryl: "Look, Brad. I'm not trying to be your father; you already got one of those. I'm just hoping for a chance to be your friend."
Brad: "You were my friend, Darryl. You were my best friend. We grew up together, we rode bikes together, we used to smell each others hands. But now you're sleeping with my mom and it's a little bit weird for me. Can you appreciate that?"
"I think you're really beautiful, and I feel really warm when I'm around you, and my tongue swells up. . . . So . . . Do you wanna eat food?"
"Let's go get the sh*t kicked out of us by love."
(In Portuguese:) "Beautiful Aurelia, I've come here with a view of asking you to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person — because I hardly knows you — but sometimes things are so transparency, they don't need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England."
Jonathan: "So are you gonna meet your boyfriend now or what?"
Sara: "No, I think he's out probably doing what you're doing."
Jonathan: "Getting a crush on somebody else's girlfriend? No, I'm sorry, I just meant I had a really nice time."
"I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said, 'Journeys end in lovers' meeting.' What an extraordinary thought."
Jake: "Say something romantic."
Officer Max: "Huh."
Jake: "Say something apologetic."
Officer Max: "Huh."
Jake: "SAY SOMETHING ENGLISH."
Kate: "How can you do that?"
Kate: "Look at me like you haven't seen me every day for the last 13 years."
Bob: "You don't expect me to get serious with the kind of characters you and Rita have been throwing at me, do you?"
Phil: "Well, there've been some nice girls, too, you know."
Bob: "Oh yeah, yeah. Like that nuclear scientist we just met out in the hall."
Phil: "All right, they didn't go to college. They didn't go to Smith."
Bob: "Go to Smith? She couldn't even spell it."
Prime Minister: "I'm not sure that politics and dating really go together."
The President: "Really? I never found that."
Prime Minister: "Yeah, well, the difference is you're still sickeningly handsome, whereas I look increasingly like my Aunt Mildred."
"We have spent so much of our relationship creating all these boundaries, you know? And making sure that we don't limit ourselves with responsibility and obligation, and I don't wanna live like that anymore. Because that's not loving at all."
"Yeah, it is a bit nipply out. I mean nippy. What am I saying, nipple?"
Pam: "I thought I might ask if we could have another go. Obviously with some effort on your part to pay a bit more attention to me. I do realize what I'm like sometimes. It doesn't help that you and Bridget have your lovely grown-up club of two and always say, 'What's silly old Mummy gone and done this time?' You used to be mad about me. You couldn't get enough of me. What do you think?"
Colin: "I don't know, Pam. I just don't know now. It's been very hard. . . . [Pam starts crying.] I'm joking, you daft cow. Pam, I just don't work without you."
"All I want for Christmas is you."
"This is Christmas. The season of perpetual hope. And I don't care if I have to get out on your runway and hitchhike. If it costs me everything I own, if I have to sell my soul to the devil himself, I am going to get home to my son."
"When an Immortal finds himself envying the Mortal he is entrusted to his care, it's a danger signal. Take her in your arms and hold her tight. . . . Kiss her for me, you lucky Henry!"
Lucy: "You DO think I'm beautiful, don't you, Charlie Brown?"
Lucy: "You didn't answer me right away. You had to think about it first, didn't you? If you really had thought I was beautiful, you would've spoken right up. I know when I've been insulted. I KNOW WHEN I'VE BEEN INSULTED."
Charlie: "Good grief."
"Isn't there anybody that loves me?"
Linda: "You better go inside; it's cold and you don't have a coat."
Jim: (Kisses her, moves back.) "Well, I don't need a coat anymore."
Jack (singing): "My dearest friend, if you don't mind . . . I'd like to join you by your side. Where we can gaze into the stars . . . "
Sally: "And sit together, now and forever. For it is plain, as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be."
"Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to. Don't you see? It's not just Kris that's on trial; it's everything he stands for. It's kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles."
"Peter once asked me when I fell in love with Jack. And I told him, 'It was while you were sleeping.'"
Cindy Lou Who: (Kisses the Grinch on the cheek.) "Your cheek's so . . . "
The Grinch: "I know. Hairy."
Cindy Lou Who: "No."
The Grinch: "Greasy? Stinky? Do I have a zit?"
Cindy Lou Who: "No. Warm."
George: "What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary."
Mary: "I'll take it. Then what?"
George: "Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see . . . and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes at the ends of your hair . . . Am I talking too much?"