“Tell Hugh," she whispered.Tell Hugh your freaking self! He's right here! And you're not going anywhere.”
“Paparazzi arrived for Hugh [Grant]. We had to stand under a tree and smile for them.Photographer: 'Hugh, could you look less -- um --'Hugh: 'Pained?”
“Colonel Hugh Pickering - Well, I'm dashed!”
“It was like looking for a Natural Blonde at Hugh Hefner's”
“What kind of sick bastard burns down a Christmas tree?”Hugh and I exchanged glances. “That’s an excellent question,” I said dryly.Peter looked startled. “Was it you?” he asked Hugh.“No,” said the imp. “It was Carter.”“Your Christmas tree was burned down by an angel?” asked Cody.“Yup. The irony isn’t lost on me”
“Jim, would you rather have your porn name be Hugh G. Rection or Mike Unstinks?”