“[while toasting] To blow jobs we want back”

“Did you let him know that if he can't see fit to return your blow job immediately, you will have no choice but to sue?”

“You'll blow up a helicopter, but you won't go out with me? What is wrong with you?”

“We need to take big risks if we want to find out who we are, and what we were put on this planet for.”

“Look, Mr. uh, Wulf I appreciate your trying to warn me about this, Ireally do. But there's no such thing as vampires. They're made-up. We writers made them up. I'm sorry we did such a good job that we made the whole world paranoid, but it's true. They're fictional. Blame Bram Stoker. He started it.”

“Tell me what game Steph Landry and I used to play in the big dirt pile they made while they were digging my family’s pool, back when we were both seven, or I’ll know you’re an alien replacement and you’ve got the real Steph up in your mother ship!” I glared at him. “G.I. Joe meets Spelunker Barbie,” I said. “And stop being so ridiculous. We have to go. We’re going to end up at a bad table for lunch.”

“Sometimes we need to take big risks if we want to find out who we are, and what we were put on this planet for.”