Kicking and Screaming (1995)
Max: I'm too nostalgic. I'll admit it.
Skippy: We graduated four months ago. What can you possibly be nostalgic for?
Max: I'm nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I've begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I'm reminiscing this right now. I can't go to the bar because I've already looked back on it in my memory... and I didn't have a good time.
Grover: Ok, the way I see it, if we were an old couple, dated for years, graduated, away from all these scholastic complications, and I reached over and kissed you, you wouldn't say a word, you'd be delighted, probably, but if I was to do that now it'd be quite forward, and if I did it the first time we ever met you probably would hit me.
Jane: What do you mean?
Grover: I just wish we were an old couple so I could do that.
Grover: I like that you drink. I like a bartender who drinks. Otherwise I feel like I'm being poisoned.
Kate: I'm going to be 17 tomorrow.
Max: Wow, now you can read Seventeen magazine and get all the references.
Max: What I used to able to pass off as a bad summer could now potentially turn into a bad life.
[Otis comes out of the bathroom pulling up his zipper]
Max: That is a bad habit. You really need to finish that in the bathroom.
[With Otis at the airport]
Max: (To Grover) This is useless. We just have to walk away like mothers in nursery school.
Max: That was more of a yield at that stop sign.
Grover: I broke, thanks.
Max: No, it was more of a yield.
Otis: I put my hand in my mouth after I touched all of that money. Could that be bad?
Max: Of course. That's how germs are spread.
Grover: Wouldn't that have been embarrassing if I had worn my goatee tonight?
Otis: It was arousing... violently arousing.
Chet: Otis, did you even read the book?
Otis: Yes... no.
Chet: If Plato is a fine red wine, then Aristotle is a dry martini.
Guy at party: I'll tell you the worst part about losing a foot.
Jane: Sometimes you can be such a child.
Grover: Yeah, but if I was a child you'd find that endearing.
[At the airport]
Max: Don't check your bags, they'll just lose them.
Girl at bar: Well my brother's gay so... I know!
Grover: Oh, I've been to Prague. Well, I haven't "been to Prague" been to Prague, but I know that thing, that, "Stop shaving your armpits, read the Unbearable Lightness of Being, date a sculptor, now I know how bad American coffee is thing... "
Jane: They have good beer there.
Grover: "... now I know how bad American beer is thing."
Grover: You know, even though all 618 of us were wearing caps and gowns out there today, I couldn't help but think it was a coincidence that we were both wearing black.
Max: I don't need to go to a campus bar to be reminded of my lack of success with a bunch of thrill seeking snotty college kids.
Skippy: That's us; we're like celebrities to them.
Max: No, we were celebrities. Now going back would be like doing Hollywood Squares. I'm too nostalgic, I'll admit it.