Kate: All men are bastards.

Kate: I get around as nature intended: in a car.

Kate: Fester Fester Fester. Rot Rot Rot.

Luc: Meanwhile his lover...
Kate: Don't ever use that word again.
Luc: All right, this bastard woman...

Charlie: My life is passing before my eyes, and we don't have any children yet.

Kate: ...I hate Paris, oh why do I hate Paris because my love is there with his SLUT girlfriend.

Kate: You know I don't know what they taught you in France, but rude and interesting is not the same thing.

Kate: A kiss is where the romance is.

Kate: Can I ask you something? Do you believe in love that lasts forever.
Luc: (thinks) I loved my mother.

Luc: Never touch my vine.

Kate: What side of the train did you wake up on.

Luc: I'm an asshole. What can I tell you?