Julianne: Sophmore year at Brown. We had this one hot month, yes, but of course you know me. I got restless. So I get up the nerve to break his heart and he gives me this look. And he said "the thing that makes me want to cry is I'm losing the best friend I ever had." At that moment I knew I felt the same way. So I cried for maybe the third time in my entire life, kissed him, and we've been best friends ever since. We've seen each other through everything. Losing jobs, losing parents, losing lovers. We've traveled all over, best times in my life. Drinking and talking, even if it's just over the phone.
George: Oh this is so moving. Kindred spirits, eh?
Julianne: No, he's nothing like me. He's like you actually, only straight. I remember this one night in Tuscon like six years ago. He takes a razor out of this little dot kit, cuts his finger, takes my hand, does the same to me. He says swear when we're 28 and if we never marry, we'll marry each other.
George: Death by mini bar
Julianne: It is not going very well!
Julianne: Since I got here, I have done nothing but underhanded, despicable, not even terribly imaginative things.
Kimmy's Mother: I insist you stay on for lunch.
Julianne: No, no, no, no, no... Absolutely---
George: Love to! Love the bag, love the shoes, love everything. Love to!
Michael: Kimmy says if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just...
Julianne: Passes you by...
Michael: Passes you by...
Julianne: It is the duty of the best man to dance with the maid of honor.
Michael: Dance? You can't dance. When did you learn how to dance?
Julianne: I've got moves you've never seen.
Julianne: Michael... I love you. I've loved you for nine years, I've just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and... well, now I'm just scared. So, I realize this comes at a very inopportune time but I really have this gigantic favor to ask of you. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy. Oh, that sounds like three favors, doesn't it?
Julianne: I'm pond scum. Well, lower actually. I'm like the fungus that feeds on pond scum.
Michael: Lower. The pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on the pond scum. On the other hand, thank you for loving me that much, that way. It's pretty flattering.
Julianne: Except it makes me fungus.
Julianne: I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that some psychopath was trying to break the two of you up. Luckily, I woke up and I see that the world is just as it should be.
Kimmy: I love this man, and there is no way that I'm gonna give him up to some two-faced, big-haired food critic.
Kimmy: He's got you on a pedestal and me in his arms.
George : Tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.
George: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
Julianne: Cr�me br�l�e can never be Jell-O. YOU could never be Jell-O.
Kimmy: I HAVE to be Jell-O!
Julianne: You're never gonna be Jell-O!
