“There are idiots in every crowd.”
“I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.”
“Sir Beldevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Beldevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway! ”
“I'm not sure my belly button is exactly in the middle. I wonder what that means..”
“It's just that I'm happy now, and I guess that's how we judge a place, isn't it? Not for what it is, but for what we are when we live there.”
“I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.”