Doc Holliday: Oh. Johnny, I apologize; I forgot you were there. You may go now.
Crawl: Let's just get the rules straight here. There'll be absolutely no partying in this hall between the hours of 5 and 6 in the morning, without my express written permission. OK cool. Carry on.
Phil Connors: What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today!
Adam: I follow you home.
Caroline: You follow me home?
Adam: I wasn't finished.
Caroline: Finish.
Adam: I follow you home to make sure you're... safe.
Caroline: Well I never see you.
Adam: I stay pretty far behind. I'm sorry.
Caroline: Well, I mean, don't be sorry... I just.
Adam: I wasn't finished.
Caroline: Finish.
Adam: I am sorry I was late that night.
Charlie Mackenzie: Harriet. Harry-ette. Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis. Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed?"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. I am lonely. It's really hard. This poem... sucks.
Doug Ireland: Nothing's impossible Albert. Impossible just takes a couple extra phone calls.
Mary Jo Buttafuoco: This is, like, the worst thing that could ever happen.
James Stevens: If two members of staff have to fall in love and decide to get married, there's nothing one can say. But what I do find a major irritation are those persons who are simply going from post to post looking for romance.
Rebecca Carlson: My way.