Blast from the Past (1999)

Adam: Manners are a way of showing other people we care about them.

Eve: Whenever Adam gives me, such obviously incorrect information. I just smile, slap him on the knee and look out the window. Why spoil his dreams? They're such wonderful dreams.

Troy: Lying can be a very effective dating tool.

Adam: What do mean you can get me laid?
Eve: Uh, can we talk about that a little later?
Adam: Of course.
Eve: Great.

Calvin: Son. Adam.
Adam: Yes, Father?
Calvin: Don't forget: stay out of the adult bookstore.
Adam: Adult bookstore. Why?
Calvin: Poison gas. Invisible.

Troy: I love sushi.
Adam: I love Lucy.
Troy: Who doesn't? She's hilarious.

Troy: Eve, a man walks into your life, who's the kindest, most polite, most incredibly rich guy you've ever met.
Eve: And I have him committed.
Troy: Yes. Yes you did.
Eve: Well, at least I fell for him before I knew he was rich. That's new.

Eve: Have you ever had sex before?
Adam: No.
Eve: How is that possible?

Adam: Uh, Eve, this is Adam. Look, I just wanted to thank you for everything you did for me. And I wanted to tell you that I... that uh... that I wish so many good things for you. I wish so hard that all of your dreams come true, and... and that's all I... and that's all.

Eve: So for four thousand dollars, all I have to do is drive you to your hotel?
Adam: Uh-huh.
Eve: That's it?
Adam: Yes.
Eve: And I don't have to take a physical in your spaceship?

Eve: Here ya go, one champagne cocktail.
Adam: Oh, thank you.
Eve: I thought only hookers drank those things?
Adam: Well, I know Mom sure likes 'em.

Adam: Say, mom?
Helen: Yes, dear?
Adam: I was wondering, you know, while I was up there and all, I was thinking, well you know, I was wondering if maybe I could meet a girl? I've been thinking about that a little. Just these last fifteen years or so.
Helen: Oh Adam, it would be wonderful if you could meet a girl. One who's not a mutant and hopefully comes from Pasadena. Nothing against Valley girls but in my day anyhow girls from Pasadena, I don't know, just always seemed a little bit nicer.

Adam, Age 11: What's baseball?
Calvin: It's a game, son. I can explain it pretty easily. See, there's a pitcher.
Adam, Age 11: Oh, like a painting.
Calvin: No, a pitch-er.
Adam, Age 11: Like one of mom's?
Calvin: No. There's a man who throws the ball to a man who has a bat.
Adam, Age 11: Oh! The nocturnal flying mammal?