Julianne Potter: No. Crème brûlée can never be Jell-O. you could never be Jell-O.
Kimmy Wallace: I have to be Jell-O.
Julianne Potter: You're never gonna be Jell-O! Now you need to come clean with your parents about this wedding because if you wait for the "Do you take this man?" part, it's considered poor form.
Michael O'Neill: Kimmy says if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just.
Julianne Potter: Passes you by.
Michael O'Neill: Passes you by. Yeah.
George Downes: Michael's chasing Kimmy?
Julianne Potter: Yes.
George Downes: You're chasing Michael?
Julianne Potter: YES.
George Downes: Who's chasing you... nobody, get it? There's your answer. It's Kimmy.
Julianne Potter: Now remember, it is the duty of the best man to dance with the maid of honor.
Michael O'Neill: Dance? You can't dance. When did you learn how to dance?
Julianne Potter: I've got moves you've never seen.
Julianne Potter: Takes one woman in a billion to put up with his array of shit. The guy's a one-man walking festival of idiosyncra - well, you've been introduced to the symponic range.
Kimmy Wallace: Of his snoring? Yeah, he says it's worse than ever. You know that "snarfle" one?
Julianne Potter: Oh, yeah.
Daisy: I fucked up.
Charles Gordon Windsor, Jr.: Yeah... but you gave it a 100% effort.
Anna Scott: I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
Tess Ocean: This is just wrong.
Linus Caldwell: You mean like... morally?
Tess Ocean: Well... yeah, I guess.
Gray Grantham: Do you want to talk about the brief?
Darby Shaw: Everyone I have told about the brief is dead.
Gray Grantham: I take my chances.
Vivian: Oh...Look honey, I have a runner in my pantyhose. Oops! I'm not wearing panty hose!
Woman at elevator: Shut your mouth, dear.
Edward: What makes you think I am a lawyer?
Vivian: You have that sharp, useless look about you.
Edward: You can't charge me for directions.
Vivian: I can do anything I want, baby. I ain't lost.
Maggie Carpenter: I am profoundly and irreversibly screwed up.
Maggie Carpenter: A girl can't get married in flannel.
Maggie Carpenter: You're a cynical, exploitive, mean-hearted creep who wouldn't know real love if it bit him in the armpit.
Maggie Carpenter: Is there one 'right' person for everyone?
Ike Graham: No, but I think attraction is mistaken for rightness.
Maggie Carpenter: Bless me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was... well. Anyway, I have sorta a technical question. I've been having bad thoughts, really bad thoughts.
Priest Brian: Of an impure nature?
Maggie Carpenter: No, No, I want to destroy this man's life, career everything. I want revenge. Now on a sins scale how bad is that? Can I Hail Mary my way out of that?
