Gib: Sorry I'm late. There was this big problem... and I'm late because of it.
Gib: I'm gonna miss you, Lance.
Lance: It's your own fault, you know. You should be coming out to California with me.
Gib: Yeah, right. Get a totally bitchin' education out there, dude. California. You could be coming to New England with me, you know.
Lance: Are you crazy? The Ivy leagues stink. All they got there are those ugly intellectual girls with Band-Aids on their knees from playing the cello. No thank you.
Alison Bradbury: Spontaneity has its time and place.
Gib: What the hell's wrong with being stupid once in awhile? Does everything you do always have to be sensible? Haven't you ever thrown waterballoons off a roof? When you were a little kid didn't you ever sprinkle Ivory flakes on the living room floor 'cause you wanted to make it snow in July? Didn't you ever get really shitfaced and maybe make a complete fool of yourself and still have an excellent time?
Alison: You'll never believe what I wanted to be when I was six.
Gib: A classics professor?
Alison: You can't go in there.
Gib: Yes I can. This is America, you can go anywhere.
Cowboy Guy: I was in Paris once with my wife... boy am I glad she's dead.
Alison: What are you doing?
Gib: I'm going to bed.
Alison: Not with me you're not.
Gib: I'm not going to bed with you, I'm going to bed in a bed you happen to be in also.
Gary Cooper: Hi, I'm Gary Cooper, but not the Gary Cooper that's dead.
Trucker: I hope you appreciate the magnitude of your impending good fortune.
Alison: You didn't sleep with her?
Gib: Still seeing Jason?
Alison: Broke up.
Gib: That's too bad.
Alison: You didn't sleep with her.
Gib: Wasn't my type.
