Adrienne's Niece: The heart is a wonderful mystery – powerful enough to move mountains, delicate enough to shatter at the slightest touch. But… if we don't love without restraint, we risk missing out the greatest gift life has to offer.

Adrienne's Niece: The heart is a wonderful mystery – powerful enough to move mountains, delicate enough to shatter at the slightest touch. But… if we don't love without restraint, we risk missing out the greatest gift life has to offer.
Addy: I don't wanna upset them.
Jack: What about upsetting yourself? You don't wanna become a supporting player in your own life story, right? You wanna be the, you know, the leading lady.
Addy: Oh, gosh, you are… you are insufferably insightful.
Jack: Yeah, I know.
Addy: It doesn't make it any easier, though.
Jack: I know.
Bridget: Wait a minute… nice boys don't kiss like that.
Mark Darcy: Oh, yes, they fucking do.
Terry Hoitz: I am a peacock, you gotta let me fly!
Leah Taylor: I just love poinsettias. They're so happy.
Drew Vaughn: Happy?
Leah Taylor: Yea. They're happy. Don't these make you happy? I can see why Paul wants to get married around a whole bunch of them. Did you know that these are actually the Christmas Eve flower?
Drew Vaughn: Really?
Leah Taylor: Yea. I think it was back in the sixteenth century. The story is that there was a little girl in Mexico. And she gathered up a bunch of weeds to bring to her church on Christmas Eve and a miracle turned them from green to red.
Allan Trumbull: It is our moments of struggle that define us.
Karen: If you're from Africa, why are you white?
Gretchen: Oh my God, Karen, you can't just ask people why they're white.
Eliza Doolittle: The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.