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]
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?
Bridget: Wait a minute… nice boys don't kiss like that.
Mark Darcy: Oh, yes, they fucking do.
Jack Byrnes: Are you still physically attracted to my daughter, Greg?
Greg Focker: To Pam? Are you kidding? Yes. Jack, there's never been a problem with that.
Jack Byrnes: [sternly] Even after her body's endured the hellish ordeal of birthing twins?
Greg Focker: Yes. Even after that. It's still… It's all good. It's all good under the hood.
Jack Byrnes: That's disgusting.
Ginny: So this is Jeff's new girlfriend. Do we like her?
Maggie Collins: [sighs] She is like a walking Instagram post. It's a little unnerving. I mean, her clothes never wrinkle.
Ginny: I see that.
Maggie Collins: How do you think she does that? Portable steamer?
Ginny: Does she have children of her own?
Maggie Collins: No.
Ginny: Mystery solved.
Dick: I prefer Dick.
Henry: I don't think losing my father broke my mother's heart, but rather losing love itself.
Violet Crawley: Stop that noise. I can't hear myself die.
Sara: Forgive me if I get a little emotional, but this is the day every mother dreams of. The day she watches her only daughter put a lock on her bedroom door, to keep her husband out.
Yvaine: You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves. You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable, and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I'm trying to say, Tristan is… I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange, no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.