Paul Child: What is it you REALLY like to do?
Julia Child: Eat!
Francois Pienaar: I may break my arm, my leg, my neck, but I will not let that freaking guy go.
John: There's just no point hating someone you love.
John Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
Fanny Brawne: Who was the figure?
John Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can't remember.
Fanny Brawne: And yet you remember the treetops.
John Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
Fanny Brawne: Whose lips? Were they my lips?
Queen Adelaide: You are confusing stubbornness with strength, my dear. And I warn you, the people will not like you for it.
Étienne Balsan: A woman who cuts her hair, is about to change her life.
Sean Combs: Yo, he got sex appeal like LL?
Wayne Barrow: A little bigger than that.
Sean Combs: What, like Heavy D?
Wayne Barrow: He's a little darker than that.
Wayne Barrow: He look like Wesley Snipes?
Wayne Barrow: Oh, he ain't Wesley.
Thomas Huxley: Mr Darwin, sir? Either you are being disingenuous or you do not fully understand your own theory. Evidently, what is true of the barnacle is true of all creatures, even humans. The Almighty can no longer claim to have authored every species in under a week. You've killed God, sir! You've killed God.
Amelia Earhart: Who wants a life imprisoned in safety?
Steve Lopez: I don't give a smooth fart whether or not we go.
