Joseph Gordon-Levitt (back to the J list / G list)

Partygoer: So Tom, what is it that you do?

Tom: I uh, I write greeting cards.

Summer: Tom could be a really great architect if he wanted to be.

Partygoer: That's unusual, I mean, what made you go from one to the other?

Tom: I guess I just figured, why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that lasts forever, like a greeting card.

Tom: People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.

Tom: What happens when you fall in love?

Summer: You believe in that?

Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.

Tom: She took a giant shit on my face. Literally.

Alison: Literally?

Tom: Well, no, not literally. That's disgusting.

Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.

Tom: Knew what?

Summer: What I was never sure of with you.

Tom: Paul, seriously...

Paul: Did you bang her?

Tom: No!

Paul: Blow job?

Tom: No!

Paul: Hand job?

Tom: No, Paul, no jobs. I'm still unemployed. We just kissed.

Tom: You don't want to be named as someone's boyfriend, and now your someone's wife?

Tom: It's official. I'm in love with Summer. I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps.

McKenzie: Hey, don't you have like 20 cards to write by Friday?

Tom: Nope, all done.

McKenzie: Really? Well, could you help me with mine? Because I'm running out of ways to say "Congratulations". So far, I've got: "Congrats", "Good job" and "Well done".

Tom: Hmmm. How about..."Every day you make me proud. But today you get a card."

McKenzie: Shit, that's good!

Tom: I know.

Rachel Hansen: PMS?

Tom: What do you know about PMS?

Rachel Hansen: More than you, Tom.

Arthur: With the slightest disturbance, dreams are gonna collapse.