Just Like Heaven (2005)

Maitre D': Whats wrong with him?
Elizabeth Masterson: It's a tension pneumothorax.
David Abbott: I think it's a tension nemothax, sir.
Elizabeth Masterson: Pneumothorax.
David Abbott: Nuemathax, sir.
Elizabeth Masterson: Pneumothorax.
David Abbott: Numathurman.
Elizabeth Masterson: Never mind.
David Abbott: Never mind.

Elizabeth Masterson: We have an address, a dry cleaning ticket and a book of matches. Do you know what that means?
David Abbott: We could start a very small fire?

Elizabeth Masterson: You had no idea she was naked on your bed?
David Abbott: No.
Elizabeth Masterson: You're wondering what she looks like.
David Abbott: No I'm not.
Elizabeth Masterson: A little?
David Abbott: Not enough to, to go look.
Elizabeth Masterson: Tell you what: I'll do a little recon for ya.
David Abbott: Please don't.
Elizabeth Masterson: Don't worry, I'm a doctor.

David Abbott: Have you have any traumatic experiences recently?
Elizabeth Masterson: Like what?
David Abbott: Oh, I don't know. Like dying?

David Abbott: I don't think your sister's a very spiritual person.
Elizabeth Masterson: She's just trying to be a good parent and keep her kids away from a crazy man.

Katrina: She was like, totally antisocial.
Elizabeth Masterson: Ok, maybe we weren't close friends.
Katrina: She was like a cat lady with no cats.
Elizabeth Masterson: Ok. We're done here.

David Abbott: I shouldn't be seeing a little blonde control freak.

David Abbott: We were romantic.
Fran: What do you mean?
David Abbott: You know, like boyfriend and girlfriend.
Fran: Yes, I know what romantic means.

Jack Houriskey: God made alcohol as a social lubricant. To make men brave, and to make women loose.

Darryl: You've got to let her go man.
David Abbott: How can I when she won't leave?
Darryl: Not your spirit girl.

Darryl: Can't you feel that, man? There's like this cancer-causing ray of spirit hate searing right towards your body.

Abby Brody: Who put Sponge-Bob in the pasta?

Elizabeth Masterson: I'm completely capable of meeting men on my own.
Abby Brody: I know, I'd just like you to meet one who isn't bleeding.
Elizabeth Masterson: I'll have you know that I have had two marriage proposals today.
Mr. Clarke: Marry me.
Elizabeth Masterson: Yes, of course Mr Clarke. Make that three.

David Abbott: Ugh! Why are you still here?
Elizabeth Masterson: That's a scary question, I have no idea.

David Abbott: Your sister really wouldn't sign those papers, would she?
Elizabeth Masterson: I don't know. I hope not. It won't even matter if I don't wake up soon. My brain activity's decreasing every day.
David Abbott: Well maybe that's not such a bad thing, you're kind of a smarty-pants. No, it'll bring you down to my level.

David Abbott: You ate here a lot?
Elizabeth Masterson: No. I never did. I remember looking in the window and wishing I could.
David Abbott: Well why didn't you? Were you like a homeless street urchin?

Darryl: Yo, do you have like a diet anything? I'm like 99.9% parched here. Could really use a CO-la.

David Abbott: Ok, I'm sorry, maybe you're not dead - maybe you're just really light.

Elizabeth Masterson: David?
David Abbott: What?
Elizabeth Masterson: Tell him thank you.
David Abbott: We're really grateful, Jack.
Jack Houriskey: I'm not doin' it for you.
David Abbott: Then why are you doing it?
Jack Houriskey: Because someday, trust me, I'm gonna need help movin' a body. When that day comes, I don't wanna hear any shit from you.