“...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see.”

“What if we gave fifty percent of our discretionary budget to the world’s poor and then counted on the moral power of that action to protect us?”

“Sex appeal is fifty percent what you've got and fifty percent what people think you've got.”

“Think about it. He drinks poison. What kind of man drinks poison? She is the one who stabs herself with his dagger. The manly way.”

“Giulietta pressed the letter against her heart. "I know what you are thinking. You wish to protect me...And you think Romeo will cause me pain. Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right...but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.”

“What kind of woman agrees to a blind date at the top of a tower? And what kind of man spends his nights with a helmet on his head, visor closed, communicated with people via tennis balls?”

“Careful!” warned Friar Lorenzo, trying to close the lid. “You know not what infection those lips carry!”