Igby Goes Down (2002)

Sookie: He's your brother, you act like you hate him.
Igby: I do. I do hate him. He's totally hateable. Evil niblet fuck.

Sookie: My parents were two very idealistic, incredibly bright, narcissists. I was like their vanity project.

Sookie: Dimebag... well that got your attention.
Igby: Pavlov's pothead... I hear the sound of a bong clink and my eyes begin to water.
Sookie: That's funny.

Igby: How many Vassar professors and intellectual theologians beget nymphomaniacal, pseudo-Bohemian JAPs?
Sookie: I am not a JAP.

Hockey Player: My ball, cunt-face.

Igby: She's a dancer who doesn't dance and her friend is a painter who doesn't paint. It's kind of a Boho version of the Island of the Lost Toys.

Igby: It's ironic that the first time in my life that I feel remotely affectionate for her, is when she's dead.
Oliver: You beat up her corpse.
Igby: I know, but after that.

Sookie: Do you hate my guts?
Igby: For like a month I did. Now you're not even in my top five.

Sookie: Why aren't you in school now?
Igby: Sheer ingenuity.
Sookie: You're funny.

Igby: You know just because you're dying, I'm not going to apologize. Not for anything that I've ever done.

Russell: Anne Frank. Anne Frank. The soldiers are gone. Come out and play.

D.H. Banes: Mimi. GET OFF THE maid.

Igby: Well, I guess DH told you.
Mimi: What?
Igby: Well, we've decided to bump all those incredibly prominent and terribly chic persons that you were expecting to speak at your memorial and, well, have me speak for two hours or so.
Mimi: What a clever idea. You do understand though, don't you, that it is customary in a eulogy to at least make reference to the deceased?
Igby: I intend to, Mother... time permitting.

Oliver: So we started calling him Igby whenever he lied. And he lied a lot.

Sookie: You have a huge crush on me, don't you?
Igby: Fuck off.

Sookie: What kind of name is 'Igby'?
Igby: The kind of name that someone named 'Sookie' is in no position to question.

Bunny: Igby, I could just eat you with a spoon.
Igby: Don't.

Jason Slocumb: You see it, Igby? I feel this great, great pressure coming down on me. It's constantly coming down on me. It's crushing me.

Igby: I'm drowning in assholes.

Mimi: I take it you know that D.H. is your father?
Igby: No.
Mimi: Then I'm really glad I told you.