Knocked Up
Knocked Up

Jodi: You must be angry at the baby whenever it steals your food, huh. Ohh that's mine, not yours. But, you know, because you're family you gotta share.

Paul
Paul

Ruth Buggs: [after 'partaking'] I'm hungry. We should cook up some sausages. Do we have any sausages?
Graeme Willy: Uhh...
Ruth Buggs: What do you mean by that? Why do you guys hate me? Can we cook up some sausages? Ohh I have wasps in my brain!
[Ruth falls over]
Paul: She'll be fine. That happened to

me the first time.

I Love You, Man
I Love You, Man

Peter Klaven: Hey Tevin.
Tevin Downey: Hey man.
Peter Klaven: What's so funny?
Tevin Downey: One of the guys in my fantasy football league just sent me a QuickTime, it's a grandma riding a Sybian machine.
Peter Klaven: Ha ha, what's that?
Tevin Downey: It's one

of those vibrating saddles that women sit on to give them like super intense orgasms.
Peter Klaven: Ohh...
Tevin Downey: Check it out. How sick is that?
Peter Klaven: It's very, that's very sick.
Tevin Downey: So awesome. She's a squirter! She's squirting! Peter, we got a squirter! Old faithful!

Peter Klaven: Hello fiance.
Zooey: Hey baby I totally forgot it's my turn to host lady's night.
Peter Klaven: Oh no prob, I have a fencing practice anyway. I'll grab a beer with Gil and the boys afterward, hit them with the big news
Zooey: Great! I gotta go, love you.
Peter Klaven: Love

you too.
Tevin Downey: Peter! Peter! I'm sending it to you.
Peter Klaven: No I don't want it.
Tevin Downey: You got it.
Peter Klaven: Ohh God. I don't even click it, how does it, I didn't click it on
Tevin Downey: She got a bush like a porcupine!
Peter

Klaven: I don't want to know anything about her bush. Hi, Lynette.

Cruel Intentions
Cruel Intentions

Sebastian: Ohh well, duty calls. Dr. Greenbaum and her daughter should make for interesting entry.
Kathryn: Ohh, your journal. Could you be more queer?
Sebastian: Could you be more desperate to read it?

The Naked Gun 2½: The Smell of Fear
The Naked Gun 2½: The Smell of Fear

Quentin Hapsburg: Any final requests, Lieutenant?
Lt. Frank Drebin: Er, yes... Can I have the gun?
Quentin Hapsburg: Ohh no! I'm not going to fall for that one!