60 Notting Hill Quotes (2024) #2

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Spike: Just going to the kitchen to get some food, then I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins.
[leaves corridor for kitchen]
Anna Scott: Probably best not tell anyone about this.
William: Right, no one. I mean, I'll tell myself sometimes but - don't worry - I won't believe it.

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William: [leaving the restaurant after challenging the loud guys] I'm sorry.
Anna Scott: No, I love that you tried. Time was I'd have done the same thing. In fact...
[turns back and walks up to the loud table]
Anna Scott: Hi.
Loud Man in Restaurant: Oh. My. God.
Anna Scott: I

just wanted to apologize for my friend - he's very sensitive.
Loud Man in Restaurant: No, I mean...
Anna Scott: No, leave it. I'm sure you didn't mean any harm, I'm sure it was just friendly banter, I'm sure you guys have dicks the size of peanuts. Enjoy your dinner, the tuna's really good.

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Bernie: What's the pay like in movies? I mean. Last movie. How much did you get paid?
Anna Scott: 15 million dollars.

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Anna Scott: What is it about men and nudity? Particularly breasts? How can you be so interested in them?
William: Well...
Anna Scott: But, but, seriously: they're just breasts. Every second person in the world has them.
William: Oh, more than that, when you think about it: you know, Meat Loaf has a very nice

pair.
Anna Scott: [laughs] But they're... they're odd looking, they're for milk, your mother has them, you've seen a thousand of them... What's all the fuss about?
William: Actually, I can't think of what it is, really. Let me just have a quick look...
[peeks under blanket]
William: No, no, beats me.

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William: [after hitting his shin on a fence while climbing over it] Now what in the world in this garden could make that ordeal worthwhile?
[Anna kisses him]
William: Nice garden.

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Spike: I knew a girl at school called Pandora. Never got to see her box, though.

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William: [about Anna's new film project] Any horses in that one? Or hounds for that matter; our readers are intrigued by both species.
Anna Scott: [seriously] It takes place on a submarine.

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William: I enjoyed the movie very much. I was just wondering, did you ever consider having more horses in it?
Anna Scott: Well, we would have liked to. But it was difficult, obviously, being set in space.

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Anna Scott: Busy tomorrow?
William: I thought you were leaving tomorrow?
Anna Scott: I was.

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Max: You haven't slept with her, have you?
William: That is a cheap question and the answer is, of course, no comment.
Max: "No comment" means "yes."
William: No it doesn't.
Max: Do you ever masturbate?
William: DEFINITELY no comment.
Max:

You see? It means "yes."

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Spike: There's something wrong with this yogurt.
William: Ah, that's not yogurt, that's mayonnaise...
Spike: Ah, right-o then.
[continues to eat it]

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William: Would you like something to eat? Something to nibble? Apricots, soaked in honey? Quite why, no one knows, because it stops them tasting like apricots and makes them taste like honey... and if you wanted honey, you could just... buy honey. Instead of apricots. But nevertheless they're yours if you want them.

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Anna Scott: What do you think?
William: Gripping. It's not Jane Austen, it's not Henry James but it's gripping.
Anna Scott: You think I should do Henry James?
William: I think you'd be wonderful in Henry James but this writer - writers, they're pretty good too.
Anna Scott: You never get

anyone in "Wings of a Dove" saying "Inform the Pentagon we need black star cover!"
William: And for me the book is the poorer for it.

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Honey: Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it's possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I'm failing 100%. I absolutely and totally and utterly adore you and I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world and more importantly I genuinely believe and have believed for some time now that we can be best friends. What do YOU think?

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William: Apart from the American, I've only loved two girls, both absolute disasters. The first one marries me and then leaves me faster than you can say Indiana Jones, and the second one, who seriously ought to have known better, casually marries my best friend.
Bella: She still loves you though.
William: Yeah, in a depressingly

asexual way.
Bella: I never fancied you much actually.

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Bella: Do you want to stay?
William: Why not? All that awaits me at home is a masturbating Welshman.

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William: Please, sod off.
Anna Scott: Ok.
William: No, no, no! I thought you were someone else. I mean I thought you were Spike, but I'm thrilled you're not.

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Anna Scott: What's so annoying is now I'm so totally fierce when it comes to nudity clauses.
William: You have clauses in your contract?
Anna Scott: Yeah. "you may show the dent at the top of the artist's buttocks, but neither cheek or if a stunt bottom is being used, artists must have full consultation".

William: You have a stunt bottom?
Anna Scott: I *could* have a stunt bottom, yes.
William: Are people tempted to go for better bottoms than their own?
Anna Scott: Well yeah, I would. This is important stuff.
William: Hell of a thing to put on your passport, Occupation "Mel Gibson's

bottom"
Anna Scott: Actually Mel does his own ass work. Well why wouldn't he.

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Spike: [comes in after being photographed by the press] How did I look?
[looking in a mirror]
Spike: Not bad, not bad at all. Well chosen briefs I must say. Chicks dig grey.
[clenching his butt]
Spike: Nice. Firm. Buttocks.