Doc Holliday: Oh. Johnny, I apologize; I forgot you were there. You may go now.
Phil: I killed myself so many times I don't even exist anymore.
Charlie Mackenzie: Harriet. Harry-ette. Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis. Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed?"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. I am lonely. It's really hard. This poem... sucks.
Caroline: He was like an angel, you know? I never knew life could be like that. He was the one thing I followed through in my life, the one thing I didn't give up on. I was good at loving him.
Doug Ireland: Nothing's impossible Albert. Impossible just takes a couple extra phone calls.
Miss Kenton: Why? Why, Mr. Stevens, why do you always have to hide what you feel?
Mary Jo Buttafuoco: This is, like, the worst thing that could ever happen.
Rebecca Carlson: I'm hard to resist.
Mikey Ubriacco: I don't wanna brush my teeth. I brushed them last Saturday.
James: I know, but you're gonna have plants growing out of your mouth.