Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?[Phoebus]You’re lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart.[Esmeralda]I’m not so sure it didn’t.[Phoebus]
Why did you just stand there and let him kiss you?[Lorelei Lee]You want to hear something crazy? I think I’m falling in love with that slob.[Dorothy Shaw]Oh, you just feel that way because he’s poor.[Lorelei Lee]I hope so.[Dorothy Shaw]
Where to, Miss?[Jack Dawson]To the stars.[Rose DeWitt Bukater]
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Then don’t talk.[Sylvia: They don’t want me talking to you.]
The flame’s burning low. Someone better get home to start the fire.[to Elvis]
Tell me something true.[Katarina ‘Kat’ Stratford]Something true. I hate peas.[Patrick Verona]No. Something real. Something no one else knows.[Katarina ‘Kat’ Stratford]Okay. You’re sweet, and sexy, and completely hot for me.[Patrick Verona]
Someone still has her panties in a twist.[Patrick Verona]Don’t for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.[Katarina ‘Kat’ Stratford]Then what did I have an effect on?[Patrick Verona]Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing.[Katarina ‘Kat’ Stratford]
Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl.[Patrick Verona]Is that right?[Katarina ‘Kat’ Stratford]Yeah, but I screwed up. I fell for her.[Patrick Verona]
Sadly, I must report that the last patient I ever treated, the great lover Don Juan DeMarco, suffered from a romanticism which was completely incurable, and even worse, highly contagious.
Okay if I say something now?[Melvin Udall]Go ahead.[Carol Connelly]I should’ve danced with you.[Melvin Udall]
It is strange to think I haven’t seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I’ll next compete in the city of Paris. I’ll find it empty and in the winter if you’re not there. Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you are gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.[in a letter to Jocelyn]