Serendipity (2001)

Jonathan: You are a strange and interesting woman.

Jonathan: Maybe I am just getting cold feet.
Dean: I'm telling you right now British women do not age well. Eight years ago she was a luscious treat, you know, she probably looked like, you know, Baby Spice, now she could look like.
Jonathan: Old Spice.

Dean: If you want to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid.

Dean: I hate to break up a good thing, but we have half a dozen strippers waiting for us, we're late.
Halley: You mean exotic dancers?
Dean: No, I actually mean strippers.

Jonathan: I hope you enjoy the gloves you bought yourself.
Sara: Oh, I'm sure I will, I usually enjoy my own thoughtfulness.

Jonathan: Maybe the absence of signs is a sign.

Jonathan: Let's go do something.
Sara: Alright, what d'ya wanna do?
Jonathan: I don't care.
Sara: Alright, come on.

Lars: How does Bora Bora sound?
Sara: Very sexy sexy.

Jonathan: It's like Halley is "The Godfather Part 2."
Dean: She's what?
Jonathan: "The Godfather Part 2"! That was an incredible movie. Might be better than the original, all right? But don't matter how much you love "The Godfather Part 2", you still have to see the original to understand and appreciate the sequel.

Jonathan: This is the ultimate blend to drink. How'd you find this place?
Sara: I first came in because of the name: Serendipity. It's one of my favorite words.
Jonathan: It is? Why?
Sara: It's such a nice sounding word for what it means: a fortunate accident.

Eve: You know who plays golf? Guys who are too fat to play tennis, like this guy.

Janitor: They called the whole thing off.

Jonathan: Happy Anniversary.
Sara: When did you get to be so unabashedly romantic?
Jonathan: I think that it's good luck that we return this year to the scene of the crime.

Sara: You don't have to understand. You just have to have faith.
Jonathan: Faith in what?
Sara: Destiny.

Bloomingdale's Salesman: So... you write for the obituary?
Dean: Absolutely.
Bloomingdale's Salesman: Hmm. You must be very proud.
Dean: Uh-huh. I'm the one with the last word.
Bloomingdale's Salesman: Not tonight.
Dean: Yes, I am.
Bloomingdale's Salesman: Don't think so.
Dean: Absolutely.
Bloomingdale's Salesman: Fat chance.
Dean: Still talking.
Bloomingdale's Salesman: Last line.

Eve: Prada! Ooh! Prada! I love this stuff.
Salesman: That's 20 bucks.
Sara: Eve, that's a horrific knockoff! At least my knockoff says 'Pradi, ' yours says 'Prado!'.
Eve: Well, I say for a dollar I can buy a magic marker and fix it. I'll take it.