Joe Fox: I like Patricia. I love Patricia. Patricia makes coffee nervous.
Kathleen Kelly: I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York. Just the beat of my own heart. I have mail - from you.
Kathleen Kelly: I thought all that Fox stuff was so charming. F-O-X.
Joe Fox: Well, I didn't lie about it.
Kathleen Kelly: "Joe"?"Just call me Joe"? As if you were one of those stupid 22-year old girls with no last name?"Hi, I'm Kimberly!" "Hi, I'm Janice!" Don't they know you're supposed to have a last name? It's like they're an entire generation of cocktail waitresses.
Joe Fox: It wasn't... personal.
Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me. It's personal to a lot of people. And what's so wrong with being personal, anyway?
Joe Fox: Uh, nothing.
Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.
Joe Fox: Mr. 152 Felony indictments.
Kathleen Kelly: Mr. 152 insights into my soul.
Joe Fox: Oh yeah. No competing with that.
George Pappas: This place is a tomb. I'm going to the nut shop where it's fun.
George Pappas: Well, as far as I'm concerned, the Internet is just another way of being rejected by women.
Joe Fox: Tweaking? A project that needs "tweaking"?
Kathleen Kelly: Yes.
Joe Fox: T-w-e-a-k-i-n-g.
Kathleen Kelly: -i-n-g. That's what he said.
Joe Fox: I think he's married. Married, three kids.
George Pappas: I'm going to get some eucalyptus candles 'cause it makes my apartment smell moss-ay.
Answer: Beneteau.