Kyle: Hey Linda Lou is that your face I see?
Linda Lou: Well, it ain't nobodies butt.

James: How many fingers am I holding up?
Kyle: 4 or 5
James: 4 or 5. How many Beatles were there?
Kyle: Three and ringo.

Taxi Driver: Live for the moment.

Drake Hotel sign: I guess things happen that way.

Drake Hotel sign: I got a hole in my heart and the love leaked out.

Drake Hotel sign: I've got the memory, she's got you.

Drake Hotel sign: The walzting fool, he keeps the moon in his car.

Trisha Yearwood: Well, ya'll polite for harmful criminals.
Kyle: Well, thanks.

Linda Lue: Look out New York City, cause here I come and I ain't never leavin'! Whooo!

Miranda: Look out Nashville, cause I'm here now and I ain't never leavin'!

Driver: Didn't you see the stop sign?!
Kyle: That's my song!
Driver: Well, that's my car!
Kyle: That's my song playing on the radio!
Driver: You wrote that song?
Kyle: Yeah!
Bystander: You're a better songwriter than you are a driver.
Kyle: That's my song!
Bystander: That song's all right.
Kyle: Kinda makes ya wanna pat your foot, doesn't it?
Bystander: You shoulda patted the brake one time.
Kyle: That's my song!
Bystander: You got two hits in one day!

Kyle: I'm going to go write some more of those good songs.
Miranda: Yeah, write a good one for me.
Kyle: I write them about you.

Miranda: You're always asking everyone else what they think.
Linda Lue: That's right. And you know what? I'm not going to do it anymore. If I don't feel like bein' nice to somebody, I'm just goin' to be mean... or at least impolite.

Kyle: You want me to tell you how I feel about you?
Miranda: Yeah.
Kyle: Okay, okay. Uh, sometimes you hear a song on the radio and it's just the song you want to hear right then, and then it's over and you're just glad you heard it.
Miranda: And I'm like that song?
Kyle: No, you're nothing like that song. You're like if that was the only song in the world that I could hear for the rest of my life. You're that song.