— Hey, don't stop on my account.
— Slevin. It was an accident.
— What, like he tripped and you fell?
Your heart is unobtainable
Even though Lord knows you have mine.
Albert Gibson: — What's going on? Sick? Looks like you got gut-kicked.
Harry Tasker: — It's Hel… It's Helen… It's Helen.
Albert Gibson: — It has something to do with Helen, I'm guessing. Helen…
Harry Tasker: — Helen… is having an affair.
Albert Gibson: — Welcome to the club, man!
Harry Tasker: — What did you need?
Helen Tasker: — I needed to feel alive. I just wanted to do something outrageous. And it felt really good to be needed. And to be trusted. And to be special. It's just that there's so much I wanted to do with this life and it's like I haven't done any of it. And the sand's running out of the hourglass and I wanted to be able to look back and say «See? I did that! I was reckless and I was wild and I fucking did it!».
— I loved you.
— You don't know the meaning of the word, Charles. You can love for perhaps a year, a month, a day, even for an hour. And in that hour, I believe you love as well and deeply as any man. But after that hour... you love another, and another. Your love is most generous where it is most hurtful.
— Listen, that girl wasn't your type. Her loss, right?
— I should have broke that bastard's jaw.
— Maybe you were lucky.
— He could have broke yours.
— Impossible.
— You know, Christmas, I understand, but let's just say you were with her for a couple of hours, and it's nice, and it's hot and heavy, but after that, think about it. What do you do for the rest of the day? She probably did you a favor. Now you have more time to feel sorry for yourself.
— You're a bleak bastard.
— It must hurt when you're called a misogynist.
— Well, I was fucked over by a woman whose name I won’t mention. If I did to her what she did to me, she’d be screaming: ‘Cocksucker, dick’. So when I used the words ‘Slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘cunt’… I’m not proud of that language, but isn’t it better than I wrote a song called I Know You’re Fucking Someone Else than go round to her house with a pick-axe and put it through her head? It’s called sublimation. Listen, I love women. I live for them.
— 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.
Have you ever heard of a guy shouting out «50» when he orgasmed?
— You freed your brother. You committed treason.
— I freed my brother. And you slaughtered a city.
— We're discussing treason.
— Don't pretend you haven't thought about it.
— Of course I've thought about it. Thoughts aren't treason.