Ishmael: I know you’ll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you’ll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.
Christian: Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End.
Mark: With any luck, by next year – I’ll be going out with one of these girls. But for now, let me say – Without hope or agenda – Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect – And my wasted heart will love you – Until you look like this. Merry Christmas.
Jesse: I feel like if someone were to touch me, I’d dissolve into molecules.
Bruce: Mm… I’m not finished. To all of you, uh, all you phonies, all of you two-faced friends, you sycophantic suck-ups who smile through your teeth at me, please leave me in peace. Please go. Stop smiling. It’s not a joke. Please leave. The party’s over. Get out.
Jack: I wish I know how to quit you.
Captain: Oh, it’s good to be home!
Tom: I don’t wanna get over her. I wanna get her back.