I want my two dollars!!

When you develop an infatuation for someone, you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn't need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky for example. Now in the long run, that's just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, its just what you've been searching for all these years.

It's the stuff that dreams are made of.

They're gonna keep callin' us "cutters." To them, it's just a dirty word. To me, it's just somethin' else I never got a chance to be.

Do you like apples? Well, I got her number. How do you like them apples??

Get busy living, or get busy dying. That's goddamn right.

Listen, not a year goes by, not a year, that I don't hear about some escalator accident involving some bastard kid which could have easily been avoided had some parent - I don't care which one - but some parent conditioned him to fear and respect that escalator.

Since we have been together I have felt more uncomfortable, out of place, embarassed, and just physically sick then I have in my entire life. But I could not have gone through that, I could not have thrown up 19 times in 48 days if I was not in love with you.

You'll have nothing and like it!

Off the record, on the QT, and very hush-hush.

The price is wrong bitch.

That's what I like about these high school girls, I keep getting older, they stay the same age.

I refuse to go out with a guy whose ass is smaller than mine.

Mrs. Bonafonte is entitled to full canine custody and will be enforcing said custody...right now.

So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and we're supposed to swoon? I don't think so.