— I can't believe you're eating Indian. You hate spicy food.
— No, I don't, Mom.
— Seriously?
— Well, I'm gonna... Psst! I'm gonna ask... I'm gonna ask this nice Native American man to get us a bigger table.
— Mom, they're Indian. You can call them Indian.
— It's okay. Hi. Need big table, please. Four people. Many thanks.
— I don't have a plan.
— Yes, you do! You're on the non-plan plan.
— No, Lisa. I shouldn't have asked you to come down here. I'm not getting back together with you.
— What are you talking about? W-Why?
— Why? You screwed a scuba diving instructor on our honeymoon. I mean, what kind of cold, heartless bitch... would do that to someone they love? I'd have to be an idiot to get back together with you after that. Oh, and by the way, I destroyed all your little throw pillows. Yeah, because throw pillows suck, okay? They serve no purpose. They're purely decorative.
It's always the same story with you, huh, pal? You did this one movie a hundred years ago. From then on, you thought you were better than everybody else. Why don't you let go? Move on with your life. It's not about what happened in the past... or what you think might happen in the future. It's about the ride, for Christ's sake. There's no point going through all this crap... if you're not gonna enjoy the ride. And you know what? When you least expect it, something great might come along... something better than you even planned for.
— Leland, I mean, it's not just the BASE jumping. It's the heli-skiing, Volcano luging, shark diving. Bottom line is, unless you drastically alter your lifestyle, we won't be able to insure you.
— Reuben, I came to you for a reason. I was told that you had more imagination... than any of the other blokes in the big firms... that you analyze the man and not just the numbers. I guess I was wrong.
— Hey, Reuby Tuesday. Cómo estás?
— Yeah. Doin' all right... You know what? Actually, me no «estás» too good, Javier. I want you to stay away from Polly, all right? Find yourself another dance partner.
— You know, I doubt it'll get this far, but if she turns out to be easier than I thought, there's something you need to know.
— I'm not a virgin, Sandy.
— No, not technically, but times have changed since you were last single. Now, listen, when I'm making out with a girl for the first time, I like to give her a little spankin'.
— What?
— Nothing violent. You just tap her real light right on the tushy and say, «Hey, I'm your daddy. I'm your daddy».
Have you ever heard of a guy shouting out «50» when he orgasmed?