Kevin: Love is patient, love is kind, love means slowly losing your mind

Kevin: [helping Jane practice saying no] Jane, give me fifty bucks.
Jane: No!
Kevin: Jane, it's fifty bucks. I'll pay you back.
Jane: No.
Kevin: [takes Jane's hand] Jane... I *need* you to give me fifty bucks.
Jane: [hesitantly] No?
Kevin:
Eh... not bad. Can I have your drink?
Jane: Sure.
[beat]
Jane: No! Oh, no...
Kevin: [laughing] You were doing so well!

Jane: I think you should just admit that you're a big softy, that this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded and mysterious and sexy...
Kevin: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was the last one?
Jane: What?
Kevin: Did you say "sexy"?
Jane: [nervous] What?
Kevin: You think I'm sexy?
Jane: No.
Kevin: It's okay if you do.
Jane: I don't!

Kevin: [motions to a "Gone With the Wind"-style dress] What the hell is that?
Jane: Theme wedding.
Kevin: What was the theme? Humiliation?

Jane: [after spending a drunken night with Kevin] I just want you to know, I never do this.
Kevin: Oh, I know.
Jane: No, really. I never, never do this.
Kevin: No, really, I know. Last night, you kept saying it over and over again: "I never do this", "I *never* do this", "I never *do* this"...
Jane: Okay. I just wanted you to know.

Kevin: Wait, what are those?
Jane: [nervous] Nothing.
Kevin: Are those...?
Jane: No!
Kevin: Are they bridesmaid dresses?
Jane: This is none of your business!
Kevin: Oh... good God. What, you kept them all? You have a whole closetful? Why?
Jane: I have a lot of friends and I like to keep them.
Kevin: [snickering] Right. Well, that makes complete sense because they're... *beautiful*.
Jane: Some of them are not that bad.
Kevin: Not that bad? I'd like to see one of them that's not that bad.

Casey: [after Jane turns down a drink offer from George] He asks if you want a drink. You smile and say, 'Vodka soda.' If you already have a drink, you down it. Then there's some flirting, some interoffice sex, an accidental pregnancy, a shot gun wedding, and a life of bliss. How many times do we have to go over this?

Tess: [about their childhood dog] Not a day goes by that I don't think about that bag of fleas. Good old Tory.
George: Hey, Jane, how come you never mentioned Tory?
Jane: I don't know. I guess I repressed the memory of *Toby*.
Tess: Yeah, his name was Toby, but I called him Tory because I had a lisp.
Jane: A lisp that turned your B's to R's?

Jane: You write the most beautiful things. Do you actually believe in love and marriage and just pretend to be a cynic or are you actually a cynic who knows how to spin romantic crap for girls like me?
Kevin: I didn't follow that at all, but I think the second one, the spinning crap one.

[Jane has just humiliated Tess at her rehearsal dinner]
Casey: So what happened?
Jane: He needed to know the truth.
Casey: You could have told him face-to-face. I mean, I know my moral compass doesn't exactly point due north, but... if I say something's wrong, something's wrong.
Jane: You're the one
who's always telling me to stand up for myself.
Casey: Yeah, but that's not what you did. What you did was unleash twenty years of repressed feelings in one night. It was entertaining, don't get me wrong, but if it was the right thing to do, you'd feel better right now. Do you feel better right now?