Tanya: Be still my beating vagina.
Tanya: Have him washed and brought to my tent.
Rosie: My soulmate may actually be carbs.
Tanya: Then mine must be wine.
Young Tanya: May the rest of our lives be the best of our lives.
Young Donna: We only just met.
Young Bill: And you're not that kind of girl?
Young Donna: Absolutely not... usually.
Customs Officer: Sir, in your case, age becomes you. As it does a tree, a wine...and a cheese.
Young Tanya: I just want to be upfront and say that I visually enjoy you.
