William: Did you identify with the character you are playing?
William: Why not?
Interpreter: Because he’s playing a psychopathic flesh-eating robot.
Max: He’s bringing a girl.
Bella: Miracles do happen.
Max: You haven’t slept with her have you?
William: That’s a cheap comment and of course the answer is no comment.
Max: No comment means yes.
William: No it doesn’t.
Max: Do you ever masturbate?
William: Definitely no comment!
Max: See, it means yes.
William: Sorry about not ringing back, the whole two names concept was too much for my flatmate’s pea-sized intellect.
Honey: Actually no one will marry me because my boosies have started to sag.
Spike: Not bad, not bad at all. Well chosen briefs I must say. Chicks dig grey.
Anna: One day, not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can’t act, and I will become some sad middle aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for awhile.
Anna: I am sure you guys didn’t mean any harm, I’m sure it was just friendly banter, I am sure you guys have dicks the size of peanuts. Enjoy your dinner, the tuna is really good.
Anna: Can I stay a bit longer?
William: Stay forever.
Anna: Actually Mel does his own ass work. Why wouldn’t he?
Anna: The fame thing isn’t really real. Don’t forget, I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me.
Anna Scott: You know what they say about men with big feet.
William Thacker: No, I don’t, actually. What’s that?
Anna Scott: Big feet… large shoes.
Spike: There’s something wrong with this yogurt.
William: It’s mayonnaise.
William Thacker: I enjoyed the movie very much. I was just wondering, did you ever consider having more horses in it?
Anna Scott: Well, we would have liked to. But it was difficult, obviously, being set in outer space.
William: So it was nice to meet you; surreal, but nice.
William: I’m sorry about the surreal but nice comment…disaster.
Anna: That’s okay. I thought the apricot in honey thing was the real low point.
William: I am confident that in 5 minutes we can have you spic and span and back on the street again. In the non-prostitute sense, obviously.