Mr. Torvald: I will also split you up into four groups. Yes, I still count on my fingers. One for each part in the obnoxiously contrapuntal harmony at the end of the book. This is gonna drive you nuts, but when you nail it, it feels good.
Drew Latham: Please! Please, let me stay here.
Tom Valco: No.
Drew Latham: I'll pay you.
Tom Valco: My family's not for sale, pal.
Drew Latham: I'll pay you $250,000.
Tom Valco: Welcome home, son.
Linda Porter: What's that?
Cole Porter: An idea for a song. I think this part would go well with I love you. What do you think?
Linda Porter: I think that would be beautiful.
Cole Porter: I do you know.
Linda Porter: You don't have to love me the way I love you Cole, just love me.
Cole Porter: It's so easy.
Jan: For all revolutions, one thing is clear... even if some didn't work, the most important thing is that the best ideas survived. The same goes for personal revolts. What turns out good, what survives in you that makes you stronger.
Jesse: There's gotta be something more to love than commitment.
Samantha Mackenzie: I'm the devil, See?
Obnoxious Girl: I'll have a Ketel Cosmo, with Red Bull - and some bread ASAP.
Andrew Largeman: ...We don't have bread.
Obnoxious Girl: What do you mean you don't have bread, how can you not have bread?
Andrew Largeman: ...we're a Vietnamese restaurant... we just don't have bread.
Obnoxious Girl: Well, you're not Vietnamese.
Andrew Largeman: ...No, I'm not.
Obnoxious Girl: Can I have something to chew on! Fuck, bamboo! Whatever.
Andrew Largeman: I'll see what I can find.
Manech: Does it hurt when you walk?
Paulina: And all this time, I've been hiding out at Miss Mitzi's, angry at myself, frustrated and embarrassed. But coaching you and Bobbie, seeing how alive you were out there, made me realise just how much I'd given up. And now, for the first time in a long time, I want to dance again. So, I need to thank you. Thank you, for helping me to see this.
Lizzie: Frankie wasn't born deaf. It was a present from his daddy.
Portia: The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath.