Jack Ryan: [to Harper, while arguing with Cathy] Can we have a… a-a-a minute, please ?
William Harper: No, you can't.
Cathy Muller: I would like to talk to Jack alone.
William Harper: This is geopolitics. It's not couples therapy.

Jack Ryan: [to Harper, while arguing with Cathy] Can we have a… a-a-a minute, please ?
William Harper: No, you can't.
Cathy Muller: I would like to talk to Jack alone.
William Harper: This is geopolitics. It's not couples therapy.
Daniel Cleaver: [Daniel Cleaver and Mark Darcy have just had a fistfight over Bridget] You know what, mate? If you are so obsessed with Bridget Jones, why don't you just marry her?
Mark Darcy: [turns away and starts to walk]
Daniel Cleaver: [pause] Cause then she'd definitely shag me.
[Mark dives again into the fountain]
Holland March: Look on the bright side. Nobody got hurt.
Jackson Healy: People got hurt.
Holland March: I'm saying, I think they died quickly. So I don't think they got hurt.
Björn H:son Larsson: Hey, you bloody Turk! Get lost, why don't you!
Greek Boatbuyer: 'Turk'? I'm Greek!
Edward Cole: Three things to remember when you get older: never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart.
Thomas: I'll keep that in mind as I approach decrepitude.
Preacher: Einstein's theory of relativity. Grab hold of a hot pan, second can seem like an hour. Put your hands on a hot woman, an hour can seem like a second. It's all relative.
Tom Scoggins: I spent four years at CalTech, and that's the best physics explanation I've ever heard.
Samuel: You looked like you're about to… do an Ophelia.
Emma Hobday: Are you allowed to speak to me like that?
Samuel: Like what? Like I have read Shakespeare?
Phil Broker: Whatever you're thinking, rethink it.
John Peter: Rock 'n Roll! That's the first time I've ever used that expression.
Chelsea Bowden: I hope they find the person who did it soon; I don't want to be studying for my college finals in a prison cell next year.
Beth: I just want you to know that I'll come visit you every weekend.
Chelsea Bowden: Really?
Beth: Every other weekend. I like to sleep in on Sundays.