Carl Colt: [Enters betting shop.] Twenty pounds to win, Ajay Bhatt.
Vijay: Hold on, isn't he playing your brother?
Bookmaker: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Carl Colt: Yeah, but curiously, I'm not.
Paige: Could you please put a shirt on or something?
Eddie: If you're going to be a doctor, you're going to have to get used to naked men.
Linda Porter: I had no idea how hot the climate would be, everything grows wild here and the pickings are far too easy.
Celine: You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.
Sam: Wow! I cannot believe you're not retarded.
Simon Fletcher: Who's going to help me with the restaurant?
Aunt Nina: Oh, is that really what you wanna say, Simon?"Who's gonna help me with the restaurant?"
Deli Man: How's the holidays?
Tom Valco: Considering I got a pain in my ass about six feet tall in my house, all right.
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.
Samantha Mackenzie: I'm the devil, See?
Manech (13 Years Old): Do I stink of fish?
Scott: "To catch a husband is an art. To hold him is a job." - Simone de Beauvoir.
Miles Raymond: A little citrus. Maybe some strawberry. Mmm. Passion fruit, mmm, and, oh, there's just like the faintest soupçon of like, uh, asparagus, and, there's a, just a flutter of, like a, like a nutty Edam cheese.
Matt: The Antarctic 13,800.000 km2 square Km's of ICE. A continent of ICE. A place where no man had ever been until its 20th century.
Gratiano: What, are we cuckolds ere we have deserved it?
Lizzie: Frankie wasn't born deaf. It was a present from his daddy.