Howard: Your grandmother's boyfriend is a first-class ass sniffer! And you can tell him that I said so.
Katherine: I'm just happy to hear that his thing-a-ding can still ring-a-ding.
Sam: Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, useless and disappointing!
[Trying to name other couples like Kirk and Molly.]
Devon: The president of France and that girl who went out with Mick Jagger.
Stainer: He knows about wine! And he has a French accent! He could probably french-kiss like a motherfucker.
Brad Adamson: You have a nice place here.
Sarah Pierce: You think? Yeah, Richard does pretty well for himself.
Brad Adamson: Oh, yeah? What's he do?
Sarah Pierce: He lies.
Thomas Crown: Samba. Sugarloaf. Jungle. Piranha.
Toulouse-Lautrec: The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return.
Bella Swan: You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?
The Creature: I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Henry Brougham: Are you expecting a letter?
Dudley: Well, you never know. If I did get one, the stamp would certainly be worth saving.
Willow: What are you doing?
Madmartigan: I found some blackroot. She loves it.
Willow: Blackroot? I am the father of two children and you never, ever give a baby blackroot.
Madmartigan: Well my mother raised us on blackroot. It's good for you. Puts hair on your chest. Doesn't it, Sticks?
Willow: Her name is not Sticks. She's Elora Danan, the future empress of Tir Asleen and the last thing she's gonna want is a hairy chest.
Mike Waters: I love you, and you don't pay me.