Quotes from Meg Ryan movies and TV shows - page 4 of 4

Sally Albright: I am not your consolation prize, Harry.

Sally Albright: Yes it is. You are a human affront to all women and I am a woman.

Barbara Delacorte: Everything was wonderful, Mary. I must have the name of your caterer. So yummy.
Mary Haines: Oh, no. I made everything myself. I think people appreciate the personal touch.
Barbara Delacorte: You cooked? Oh, Mary, how could you. What were you thinking? Now we'll all have to do that.

Kathleen Kelly: You poor, sad, multimillionaire. I feel so sorry for 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.

Kathleen Kelly: Why did you stop by again? I forget.
Joe Fox: I wanted to be your friend.
Kathleen Kelly: Oh.
Joe Fox: I knew it wasn't... possible. What can I say, sometimes a guy just wants the impossible.

Joe Fox: I brought you flowers.
Kathleen Kelly: Oughhh... thank you.

Kathleen Kelly: I love daisies.
Joe Fox: You told me.
Kathleen Kelly: They're so friendly. Don't you think daisies are the friendliest flower?

Joe Fox: Mr. 152 Felony indictments.
Kathleen Kelly: Mr. 152 insights into my soul.
Joe Fox: Oh yeah. No competing with that.

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: Wow, I keep on bumping into you.
Joe Fox: Yeah.
Kathleen Kelly: I hope your mango's ripe.
Joe Fox: I think it is. Hey, you want to bump into me on, say, Saturday around lunchtime? Over there?

Matthew Fox: F-O-X.
Kathleen Kelly: That is amazing, you can spell "fox"! Can you spell "dog"?
Matthew Fox: F-O-X.

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.

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.

Kathleen Kelly: What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

Kathleen Kelly: Is it infidelity if you're involved with somebody on email?
Christina Plutzker: Have you had sex?
Kathleen Kelly: No, of course not! I don't even know him.
Christina Plutzker: No, I mean cybersex.
Kathleen Kelly: No.
Christina Plutzker: Well, you know what? Don't do it, 'cause the minute you do, they lose all respect for you.