Samantha James: [singing on her guitar] Forgiveness, is more than saying sorry. To forgive is divine. So let's have a glass of wine. And have make-up sex until the end of time, time, time, time, timmmmmmeee! Time.
Samantha James: Do you really have my poster on your wall?
Mike: Yeah.
Samantha James: Do you ever...
Mike: All the time!
Samantha James: How many times a day?
Mike: Eight.
Samantha James: *Eight?* Ooh that's hot!
Mike: You're hot.
Samantha James: I know! I know.
Chris: I can't compete with this guy!
Clark: You can't compete? Are you kidding? You're Chris Brander. You're Hollywood, you date models! He's Jersey, he skis in his jeans. It's Dinkleman. It's Dusty Dinkleman.
Chris: Dinkleman?
Clark: Dinkleman.
Chris: Dinkleman?
Clark: *Dinkleman.*
Chris: Dinkleman.
Clark: Dinkleman's going down.
Chris: Dinkleman is going *way* down.
Chris' Mom: [Starts dialing while Chris is on the phone] Joyce? Joyce?
Chris: Mom, I'm on the phone.
Chris' Mom: Chris? What are you doing over at Joyce's?
Chris: No Mom, I'm in the living room ten feet away from you, and I'm on the phone.
Chris' Mom: Oh. Well, while I have you on the
phone, dear, what would you like for dinner? We have a choice between chicken chow mein or potroast.
Rhonda: Here we go! One grilled cheese with ranch on the side. And one sugar mountain supreme for the chubby bunny!
[Rhonda makes noises imitating a bunny]
Chris: Excuse me. Umm, this isn't gonna work for me.
Rhonda: But this is what you always order.
Chris: Yeah! Ten years ago when I was a whale!
Jamie Palamino: The pancakes are fine. He's just kidding.
Chris: [to Jaime] What?
Jamie Palamino: [Rhonda walks away from the table] Be more rude!
Chris: She's rude! She's rude! I haven't had sweets for ten years, ok? You know what this would do to my stomach?
Jamie Palamino: Relax
little girl. I'll have the pancakes, and you can have my sandwich, ok?
Chris: I'll just enjoy this glass of water.
[Chris takes a small sip of water and swallows audibly]
Chris: I'm stuffed!
Chris: Look Jamie. I said a lot of crappy things the other night and I'm sorry about that. The truth is, I'm scared to be your friend, because I'm always going to want more. But then I got to thinking that I would rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.
Chris: [Jamie opens her door] You know that's a lie too.
Jamie
Palamino: [Comes outside and closes her door] Why are you back here?
Chris: Because I want to take you on a date. And I don't care if it's in the day, or at night, or whenever, as long as it's a real date. And I wanna tell you how beautiful I think you are. Inside and out. And I wanna have babies with you, and I wanna marry you, and I love you Jamie. I always have.
Chris: [Chris leans in and kisses her. Jamie accepts this for a second and pulls back] Sorry. Twenty years all at once, just blah!
[Jamie laughs. Chris leans in and kisses her again]
Mike: [Samantha has found out that Chris is seeing someone else] The jig is up! Run!
Samantha James: You son of a bitch!
Chris: Samantha! You're here! Shit!
Samantha James: There she is. There's the little slut you've been banging behind my back!
Old Woman: Me?
Samantha James:
Not you, wrinkles.
[Points at Jamie]
Samantha James: Her!
Jamie Palamino: Who are you?
Samantha James: I'm Samantha James, bitch!
[Shoves Jamie]
Jamie Palamino: Don't shove me!
[Shoves Samantha back]
Samantha James: You're a whore! Santa's little whore!
Santa's little whore!
Jamie Palamino: Get off!
Mike: [In an excited, high pitched voice] Cat fight!
Mike: [Speaking to Chris about Samantha] It's OK. She's got her toothpaste.
Samantha James: [eating the toothpaste] Blueberry.