In this thread, we quote The Big Chill
 

Alex and I made love the night before he died. It was fantastic.

They throw a great party for you on the one day they know you can't come.

I don't know anyone who could get through the day without two or three juicy rationalizations. They're more important than sex.

They're either married or gay. And if they're not gay, they've just broken up with the most wonderful woman in the world, or they've just broken up with a bitch who looks exactly like me. They're in transition from a monogamous relationship and they need more space. Or they're tired of space, but they just can't commit. Or they want to commit, but they're afraid to get close. They want to get close, you don't want to get near them.

" It's a cold world out there. Sometimes I feel like I'm getting a little frosty myself."

Karen: You'll never get this many people to come to my funeral.
Michael: Oh Karen. I'll come... and I'll bring a date.

Meg: I'm going to wash my hair and puke.
Michael: Puke first.