
Anna Scott: I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Pnub: Don't you watch the news?
Anton: I hate that fucking show.

The Shoveller: God's given me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.

Richard Twat: Ah! Good evening, Miss Carbonara.
Gina Carbonara: Good evening, Mr. Twat.
Richard Twat: It's cunt.

T.J. Hicks: You know, Antoine's got a really bad temper. One time, I dropped a cigar ash on his carpet, and he made me pick it up with my anus.

Hawk: Only a car full of Stellas and Guidos would ride your ass on a 2-lane highway and honk.

Val Resnick: The problem with kicking a Chow's ass is an hour later you wanna do it again.

Betsy Jobs: You kicked Checkers, you're prejudiced and you have a potty mouth.

Gilbert: Every theatrical performance is a contrivance by its very nature.
Sullivan: Yes, but this piece consists entirely of an artificial and implausible situation.
Gilbert: If you wish to write a Grand Opera about a prostitute, dying of consumption in a garret, I suggest you contact Mr Ibsen in Oslo. I am sure he will be able to furnish you with something suitably dull.

Mary Katherine Gallagher: Oh look at you, my pretty little girl, sitting there with your face all painted up in your little halter top, you're nothing but a little slut.
Mary Katherine Gallagher: Don't call me that! I'm a Puerto Rican lady senor.
Mary Katherine Gallagher: You're nothing but a little slut, Sybill Ann Dorsett, we know you're a little slut.
Mary Katherine Gallagher: I'm not a slut. I'm not a slut. I'm not a slut. I'm not a slut. I'M no slut.

Troy: I love sushi.
Adam: I love Lucy.
Troy: Who doesn't? She's hilarious.

Miles Logan: Hey, this is the police. Move your busted-ass vehicle. Move, move, move, move. This is the LAPD. We'll pop one in your ass. We got guns and shit.