Lizzie: Frankie wasn't born deaf. It was a present from his daddy.
Lalita Bakshi: You should be stirring your husband's dinner not trouble.
Carlton Morrow: We'll find you a woman in the sixth grade. Somebody with a little experience.
Ella: 67 blocks is "around the corner"?
Carl Colt: [Enters betting shop.] Twenty pounds to win, Ajay Bhatt.
Vijay: Hold on, isn't he playing your brother?
Bookmaker: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Carl Colt: Yeah, but curiously, I'm not.
Gertie: Did Mommy like New York?
Ollie: Yeah, she loved it.
Gertie: Then I guess I will too.
Mr. Torvald: I will also split you up into four groups. Yes, I still count on my fingers. One for each part in the obnoxiously contrapuntal harmony at the end of the book. This is gonna drive you nuts, but when you nail it, it feels good.
Linda Porter: This is something new. To be inconsiderate, to ignore your obligations.
Drew Latham: Please! Please, let me stay here.
Tom Valco: No.
Drew Latham: I'll pay you.
Tom Valco: My family's not for sale, pal.
Drew Latham: I'll pay you $250,000.
Tom Valco: Welcome home, son.
Jan: For all revolutions, one thing is clear... even if some didn't work, the most important thing is that the best ideas survived. The same goes for personal revolts. What turns out good, what survives in you that makes you stronger.
Mark: So this is it.
Andrew Largeman: So knock... knock and barter for Desert Storm trading cards.
Mark: Don't tease me about my hobbies. I don't tease you about being an asshole.
Olympias: I was never a barbarian as Phillip said. We are of Achilles' royal blood.
Manech: Manech loves Mathilde, Mathilde loves Manech.
Scott: "To catch a husband is an art. To hold him is a job." - Simone de Beauvoir.