Marty: I'm sorry if I fucked up your life.
Debi: It's not over yet.
Ken McCullard: I do divorce mainly, some property, some personal injury.
Marty: They all seem kinda related.
Debi: Some people say forgive and forget. Nah, I don't know. I say forget about forgiving and just accept. And... Get the hell out of town.
Marcella: You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.
Waitress: What do you want in your omelette, sir?
Marty: Nothing in the omelette, nothing at all.
Waitress: Well, that's not technically an omelette.
Marty: Look, I don't want to get into a semantic argument, I just want the protein.