Steve: My dad left home when I was eight. You know what he said to me? Have fun, stay single. I was eight.

Bailey: Tonight I'll be the super me.
Steve: What if the super you meets the super her and the super her rejects the super you?
Bailey: Then it's no problem.
Steve: Uh-huh. Why?
Bailey: Because it was never you, it was just an act. I live my life like a French movie, Steve.

Cliff: Look, Janet you know I see other people still. You do know that don't you?
Janet: You don't fool me.
Cliff: Janet, I could not be fooling you less.

Steve: I just happened to be nowhere near your neighborhood.

Debbie: Desperation, it's the worlds worst cologne.

Cliff: Janet, you rock my world.

Janet: I've always been able to do this, break up with someone and never look back. Being alone: there's a certain dignity to it.

Steve: Linda, uh, it's me. I had to call you. It's about midnight. I was just having many beers. And, uh, I just wanted to say what I should have said at the dock. I fucking chickened out when I acted casual, like Mr. Casual. I should have said it. You...belong...with...me! We belong together. And what really pisses me off is that, now that we're really talking, you thought i proposed to you only because you were pregnant. What's that about! I mean...hey, this is not the bathroom! And you know maybe if I had said some of these things at the dock it would have made a difference because, but I think we made a big mistake because, we had good times and we had bad times, but we had times. And I would like to start over. I would like to be new to you. I want to be new to you. I want to be Mr. New. So call me back if you want to. But this is the last time I'll call. And, if you really needed to know how I feel, how I really feel, that's how I feel. I love you. And that's something you should know, so I won't bother you again. So, good night. And good bye. And call me back. Good bye.

Mime: I'll tell you about love. Love... disappears baby! Every time I've been broke, babe has been off like a prom dress.
Girl: Maybe its the girls you choose.
Mime: Hey! Maybe I've been hurt. Maybe I've been dogged!
Steve: Does anybody know where this place is?
Mime: What do I look like, a Thoms Brothers guide?
Steve: You know you really shouldn't speak.
Mime: Yes! Where do you guys work?
Bailey: I'm a maitre 'd.
Mime: Wow.
Steve: Department of Transportation.
Bailey: He's working on the gridlock problem.
Mime: Thank God.
Guy: I build airplanes.
Mime: Woo wooo woo!