Cassie: Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before. Try and keep that feeling, because if it goes, you'll never get it back.

Violet: Cammie, I think I just fell in love with you.
Cammie: Oh Violet, I'm not a lesbian. I played in the minors but never went pro.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit.

Karen: Why are you dressed so scary?
Cady: It's Halloween.

Satine: I couldn't! I couldn't go through with it! I saw you there and I felt differently! I couldn't pretend!

Lizzie: Hit this one, and I'll sleep with you.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: We would have injected vitamin C if only they had made it illegal!

Joe Black: Thank you for loving me.

Gossip Girl: Nothing beats a summer abroad, but when traveling far from home, it's always nice to bring along an old friend from the neighborhood.

Satine: I don't need you anymore! All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me! He loves me, Harold. And that is worth everything! We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge!

Rachel: So I encourage you to audition for Glee Club! Glee Club is fun! Swaying in background
can be fun! Thank you.

Finn: I'm Finn Hudson, and I'd like to audition for the Cheerios.

Puck: Dude, your mouth is huge. How many tennis balls can you fit there?

Sue: No, it's downright childish. But I know gals like Beiste. Oh, her high school life must have been miserable. She's oversized, humorless, refers to herself in the third person as an animal.

Satine: Please tell me you're not one of Toulouse's oh so talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished writers?

Blair: Hi, I'm meeting a young man here, probably in a bowtie, possibly carrying peonies.

Georgina: Congratulations, daddy. He looks just like you.

John: I have to say, Judy, this is a real pleasure, it’s lovely to find someone I can actually chat to.

Juliet: They’re all of me.

Joey: Uh, Mr. Morgan. Is there any chance we could get Kat to take her Mydol before she comes to class?

Jamie: It’s my favorite time of day, driving you.

Walter: Alright, wait a minute. No drinking. No drugs. No kissing. No tattoos. No piercings. No ritual animal slaughter of any kind. Oh god, I’m giving them ideas…

Bianca: Are you okay?
Cameron: Never been better.

Sarah: Can you excuse you me for one second?

Ellie: You and me, we’re in the club now.

Kat: You’re amazingly self-assured. Has anyone ever told you that?
Patrick: I tell myself that every day, actually.

David: So, not quite as secret as we’d hoped.
Natalie: What do we do now?
David: Smile. Little bow. And a wave.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Take the best orgasm you've ever had... multiply it by a thousand, and you're still nowhere near it.

Will: You did this to yourself, Sue. All I did was enjoy watching it happen.

Cassie: I like you, Sid. So, I’m going to show you. You have to do a lot of talking. I’m good at talking. You do that while you’re cutting things up a lot.

Carl: Ellie… it’s so beautiful. We made it.

Claire: Welcome to the annual meeting of people who annually meet, and we'll see ya'll next year.

Cassie: Do you remember when you rode with me in the ambulance after I tried to kill myself?
Jal: Of course.
Cassie: That's what love feels like.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Satine: The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home.

Benny: There's people that good things happen to. And there's people that good things don't happen to. That's just the way it goes.

The Joker: Don't talk like one of them. You're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these... these civilized people, they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve.

Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress?

Chaz: I found something that I truly love, that truly makes me happy. That's a million times better than something that makes you rich.

Girl: what does Coyote Ugly mean?
Lil: Did you ever wake up sober after a one night stand, and the person you're next to is layin' on your arm, and they're so ugly, you'd rather chew off your arm then risk waking 'em? That's coyote ugly.

Matthew: As for me, I'm just goin' with it.

Dug: I was hiding under your porch because I love you. Can I stay?

Chris: I was perfectly happy killing myself but then you asked me to try, and for the first time in my life it felt like someone actually gave a shit, and that person was worth trying for.

Diane: Do you find that this approach usually works? Or let me guess, you've never tried it before. In fact, you don't normally approach girls - am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet sensitive type but, if I'm prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal. A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But hey - don't us girls just love that?

Kat: I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it… I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around. And the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Auster: A world emerges from little details. For example, when we buried my son, I had forgotten to put in my contact lenses. I stood over him before they closed the coffin, trying to fix him in my memory. I could see the red from his sweater and his blue pants, and there was a scab on his forehead that hadn't healed. It was from a bicycle accident. I could feel that scab when I kissed him, but when I looked at him... he was out of focus.

David: Gosh, you weigh alot.
Natalie: Oh shut your face.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Propelling ourselves with longing towards the day that it would all go wrong, because no matter how much you stash, or how much you steal you never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again.

Tipper: You know what? I can get a couple of my brother's loser ass friends to go over to Mason's apartment, knock on the door and when he opens it wham!. They'll junk-punch him all up in his man business and he'll fall to the floor whaling and crying "why?" and then we'll say "you know why!".

Blair: I don’t converse with liars or Lewinskis.