“I wouldn’t even be the “world’s sexiest man” if the planet were populated entirely by my clones.
”

“If I were alone with my clone, and we were enjoying each others' solitude, I'd have finally have met a man with whom I could hold a conversation consisting entirely of the repetitive response, "Yes, I agree!”

“I gave you sympathy. *I* want sympathy!""Are you kidding me? You have the sexiest man on the planet wanting you. You're getting laid regularly. No sympathy for you!”

“I couldn’t steal an idea. Not even if my clone came up with it. But I could steal your heart—even if my clone had it stored in a cryogenic freezer.”

“We were in love. When I say we, I don’t mean her and I. I mean me and my clone were in love with her. But she didn’t even know I existed, just as I didn’t know my clone existed. I still don’t know he exists.”

“My clones just honored me with the 2012 Man of the Year Award. But I wasn’t fooled—I knew they were really honoring themselves.”