Breaking and entering: okay on Christmas.
Do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass! Please have a blade, please do, it’s so delectable and so darn good looking!
You can eat the grass?
Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable, even *I’m* eatable! But that is called ”cannibalism,” my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
[Talking about the rivalry between the Barden Bellas and Das Sound Machine]
This could be the most significant conflict between America and Germany in history!
…Crack a book, John.
When I started this, I thought I’d, um, I thought I’d hate it. But now, if like the EP blew up tomorrow, I’d probably still do this on the side. Do you see how many girls I meet every day?
Yes, I saw.
For free, I don’t gotta pay, all I gotta do is sing. And you think about that and these girls have to deal with men in their lives who every day, they don’t listen to them. They don’t ask them what they want. All we got to do is ask them what they want and when they tell you, it’s a beautiful thing, man. We’re like healers or something.
It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark… and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Does this look ”inanimate” to you, punk? If I can move and I can talk, who’s to say I can’t do anything I want?
So tell me, are you as good in bed as you are on that dance floor?
[a few minutes later, after having danced together]
So when is Connie going to get her answer?
You know, Connie, if you’re as good in bed as you are on the dance floor, I’ll bet you’re one lousy fuck.
Then how come they always send me flowers the next morning?
‘Cause most guys don’t know a good fuck when they’ve had one. Or I dunno. Maybe they thought you was dead.