Lisa Houseman: I've decided to go all the way with Robbie.
Baby: No, Lisa, not with someone like him.
Lisa Houseman: Do you think if we came back for a ten-year anniversary, it would be free?
Baby: It's just wrong this way. It should be with someone... someone that you sort of love.
Lisa Houseman: Come on. You don't care about me. You wouldn't care if I humped the entire army... as long as we were on the right side Ho chi Minh Trail.

Andrew Paxton: [about Margaret] Actually I picked up on all her little hints. This woman is about as subtle as a gun.
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[last lines]
Jake Houseman: I know you weren't the one who got Penny in trouble.
Johnny: Yeah.
Jake Houseman: When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong.
Jake Houseman: [to Baby] You looked wonderful out there.

Lisa Houseman: Oh, my God. Look at that! Ma, I should have brought my coral shoes. You said I was taking too much!
Marjorie Houseman: Well, sweetheart, you brought ten pairs.
Lisa Houseman: But the coral shoes match that dress!
Jake Houseman: This is not a tragedy. A tragedy is three men trapped in a mine, or police dogs used in Birmingham.
Baby: Monks burning themselves in protest.
Lisa Houseman: Butt out, Baby.

Colin: You look great!
Abby Richter: Oh, just doing the dishes.

Neil Kellerman: I have to say it. I'm known as the catch of the county.
Baby: I'm sure you are.
Neil Kellerman: Just last week, I stole a girl from Jamie, the lifeguard, and he asked her, right in front of me, "What does he have that I don't?" And she said, "Two hotels."

Penny: Johnny, what are you doing?
Johnny: Don't worry about Max; I'll tell him your grandma died.
Penny: How many times have you told me never to get mixed up with them?
Johnny: [long silence] I know what I'm doing, Penny.
Penny: You listen to me; you've got to stop it, now.

Its not on the one, its not the mambo, it's a feeling, a heartbeat.


We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little lives are rounded with a sleep.


This island is mine!


Misery acquaints a man with strange bed fellows.


Caliban: Hast thou not dropped from Heaven?
Stephano: Out of the moon, I do assure thee.

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