Quotes from Meg Ryan movies and TV shows

Maggie: I don't want him back, I just want him vaporized, extinguished! When I'm done with him, he'll be just a twitching little stain on the floor.

Sam: Oh my God! Oh my God he's killing her.
Maggie: Yeah, he's killin' her all right, and she's loving every minute of it.

Maggie: Well, that is, without a doubt, the most pathetic thing I've ever heard.
Sam: You don't understand.
Maggie: And I don't mean that in a trivial way. I'm a photographer, I've seen a lot of things. I once took pictures of a man who ate his own legs, and you would be the black sheep of that family.

Maggie: What's your name?
Sam: Mike.
Maggie: What's your name, Mike?
Sam: Sam.

Maggie: I sleep naked. It's the only way I'm comfortable, so don't think of it as a come-on, because if you so much as breathe in my direction I will nail your willy to that beam.

Sam: So what is your plan? What do you want to do?
Maggie: I just want his dignity, that's all. I want him hopeless, loveless, finished off! I just wish him ill, very very ill.
Sam: How ill are we talking here?
Maggie: I'm not saying I want him dead. But, should that occur... people die every day, why should he be any different? I'm just thinking on my feet, though. I don't have to decide the death part right now, I can just wait and see how I feel once his dignity's a thing of the past.

Anastasia: Oh no, not me... nope! No... nobody ever told me I had to prove I was the grand duchess.
Dimitri: Look, I.
Anastasia: Show up, yes. Look nice, fine. But lie?
Dimitri: You don't know if it's a lie. What if it's true?

Dimitri: What are you looking for?
Anastasia: The Russian Circus. I think it's still in here.

Anastasia: I'm not afraid of you.
Rasputin: I can fix that! Care for a little swim under the ice?

Anastasia: Men are such babies.

Sydney Fuller: I just wanted to spend the night with you, not Eternity.

Pamela Courson: You actually put your dick in this woman?
Jim Morrison: Well... sometimes, yeah.

Kate: Spasm! Spasm! Oh, God, here it comes... lactose intolerance.

Kate: Did you know that there are four hundred and fifty-two official government cheeses in this country? Don't you think that's incredible? To come up with four hundred and fifty-two ways of classifying what is basically a bacterial process?
Luc: You would prefer one cheese? One cheeseburger to put it on and one restaurant to eat it in?
Kate: I'm saying I like the cheese. God.

Kate: Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot.

Kate: Those French. They hate us, they smoke, they have a whole relationship with dairy products I don't understand.

Kate: So, who is this guy?
Luc: Bob.
Kate: Bub?
Luc: No, no, Bob. You know, like, uh, Bob Dylan?
Kate: Oh, Bob.
Luc: Oui, Bahb.

Luc: And I am thinking, you should not be flying anywhere.
Kate: I shouldn't?
Luc: No, in fact, I am sure of it. I am thinking, I want you.
Kate: You want me?
Luc: That's all. I want you.

Kate: Do you speak English?
Concierge: Of course, Madam. This is the Georges V, not some backpacker's hovel.

Kate: A healthy person is someone who expresses what they're feeling inside. Express, not repress.
Luc: In that case, you must be one of the healthiest people in the world.