Rochester: I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.
Flor Moreno: Is what you want for yourself to become someone very different than me?
Roxy Ryan: Come on you can poopy, just a little one.
Ray: This place is full of fake tits and real assholes.
Anna Foster: Ben. Can you ever just say what you really feel?
Ben Calder: Okay, all right! Because I'm jealous as hell. Because I'd hate to see you with Gus Gus. I'd hate to see you with any other man. Because not only did I adore kissing you in Venice, but also because I'm so un-bloody-hinged just being near you.
Latrell Spencer: Oh the deception. The betrayal. Man you deceived me.
Marcus Copeland: Look man.
Latrell Spencer: Negro please. Didn't any one tell you that this was an all white party, huh? Someone get this jiggaboo away from me.
Javier Suarez: It's like dancing with my mother's ironing board.
Francesca: You look like a slut. I like it.
Stacy: If we were the share our lives together, why didn't we share our lives together. I know you don't have to tell me everything Derek, but why wouldn't you want too? Unless there is someone else you are waiting for.
Mrs. Sedley: I thought her a mere social climber, but now I see she's a mountineer.
Ella's Mother: Look to yourself, Ella. What's inside you is stronger than any spell.
Abe: Aaron, I can imagine no way in which this thing could be considered anywhere remotely close to safe. All I know is I spent six hours in there and I'm still alive... You still want to do it?
Peter Llewelyn Davies: That scepter's made of wood.
J.M. Barrie: Yes, well, we do dream on a budget here, don't we?
Det. Inspector Webster: You perform abortions, don't you?
Vera: That's not what I do dear. That's what you call it. But they need help. Who else they got to turn to? No one. I help them out.
Buck: Say, girls... got milk?
