|"10 Things I Hate About You"
"I hate the way you talk to me.
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick -It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh - even worse when you make cry.
I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you-
Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all!"
"When Harry Met Sally"
"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour an a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest fo your life to start as soon as possible".
"The English Patient"
My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone. And I'm cold, horribly cold. I really want to drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I'll waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die, we die rich with lovers and triumphs, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we have hidden in-- like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real country is. Not boundaries drawn on maps, names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends and an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness".
"As Good As It Gets"
Carol: Pay me a compliment Melvin, I need one. Quick. You have no idea how much what you have just said hurt my feelings.
Melvin: Okay, okay, would you sit down? For God's sakes, you--
Carol: A compliment is something nice about someone else.
Melvin: Okay, okay, can we order first?
Melvin: (across the room) Can we get two orders of shells please? (to Carol) Baked or fried?
Carol: Fried... fried.
Melvin: One baked, one fried!
Waiter: Okay... I'll tell your waiter!
Melvin: Okay, okay, one compliment... uh... Oh! I got a good one, and it's true, too. Alright... I have this... ailment. And my doctor -this psychiatrist that I've been seeing- he's told me that in 90% of the cases, a pill really helps. Now I hate pills, never liked 'em, I'm using the word hate here with pills. Hate'em, very dangerous things, pills. Anyway, I never took them, but then that night... you know... when you came and you said that you would never... well, you know what you said, you were there. Anyway, after you came, the next morning, I took the pills.
Carol: I'm not quite sure how that's a compliment for me.
Melvin: The compliment is: you make me want to be a better man.
William Thacker: You like Chagall?
Anna Scott: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky.
William Thacker: With a goat playing the violin.
Anna Scott: Yes- happiness wouldn't be happiness without a violin-playing goat.
If this (points to heart) is empty, this (points to head) doesn't matter.
Jerry Maguire: "I love you. You... complete me."
Dorothy Boyd: "Shut up. Just shup up. You had me at hello."
"Contempt" (Le Mépris)
Camille Javal: You like all of me? My mouth? My Eyes? My nose? And my ears?
Paul Javal: Yes, all of you.
Camille: Then you love me... totally?
Paul: Yes. Totally... tenderly... tragically.
"Breathless" (A Bout de Souffle)
Patricia Franchini: What is your greatest ambition?
Parvulesco: To become immortal, and then to die.