J.P. Presley: memories build the bridge between our minds and heart, and they should be preserved like treasured keepsakes

J.P. Presley: memories build the bridge between our minds and heart, and they should be preserved like treasured keepsakes
Jonas Taylor: [to himself while swimming out to the shark] Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…
Dasher: Dasher: I mean, it's not that hard to find a mutual attraction with another person. But, finding friends, real friends, like the one's that you got… I mean, that's like finding needle in the Santa stack.
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Elizabeth: Observe, Lord Burghley, I am married. To England.
Dina Byrnes: I had no idea you could milk a cat!
Greg Focker: Oh yeah, you can milk anything with nipples.
Jack Byrnes: [He reacts] I have nipples, Greg, could you milk me?
Jack Langdon: Do you want to come in?
Katie: No, no, no. I wouldn't want to intrude.
Jack Langdon: Oh, no. It's potluck. There's always way too much food, and it's warm.
Katie: Oh, really?
Jack Langdon: Yeah, but I mean, if you have somewhere to be…
Katie: Well, I could come in for a minute.
Jack Langdon: Oh, really?
Katie: Yeah.
Jack Langdon: Oh, OK.
Kurt Nygren: Thought you were the press officer, not a police officer.
Aspen: Well… that thing with the ladies will have to be put under wraps. You, of all people, know what can happen when a situation gets sticky.
Lauren: You know, I'm curious. With so many possible reasons, which one's the one your wife left you for?
Jim: Cancer.
Lauren: [awkward pause] I'm sorry. I naturally just assumed you were divorced.
Jim: It's OK. I naturally assumed your husband shot himself, so we're even.
Avery: I'm glad we scheduled this during our lunch breaks so we could do this together!
David: Hey, you took a business call too.
Avery: David, we're choosing our wedding cake and you hardly even looked at them.
Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.