Sweet November (2001)
Sara: You know, he asked me to marry him.
Chaz: He's not the first...
Sara: No, but it was the first time I wanted to say "Yes".
Nelson: November is all I know, and all I ever wanna know.
Nelson: This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.
Nelson Moss: Why a month?
Sara: Because it's long enough to be meaningful, but short enough to stay out of trouble.
Nelson Moss: [throws his cell phone in a sink full of water] Marry me!
[throws his watch]
Nelson Moss: Marry me! Sarah.
Chaz: Now, don't forget, dinner is at eight. It's dressy because we are going to eat and we are going dancing.
Chaz: We're gonna see if Last of the Mohicans here's got rhythm.
[Waitress spills ice all over the table]
Waitress: Oh, my, I'm so sorry. Excuse me. Thanks, that's okay.
Edgar Price: Stop it. You know sweetie, we are what we do in this world, and you're a waitress. All that requires is that you bring the food to and from the table without making a mess. That's it. So when you screw up somthing as incredibly simple as that, doesn't say a whole hell of a lot about you does it.
Waitress: I'm sor... I'm sorry.
Vince Holland: If you gave her a penny for her thoughts, you'd get change.
Edgar Price: They ought to fire her. I always say a bad hire strengthens the competition's hand. A good general feeds off his enemy.
Nelson Moss: Actually, Sun Tsu said that last line. In The Art of War.
Chaz: This isn't a dress, this is a sequined sensation.
Nelson: Wow. Wow. Very, uh, Pink Flamingos.
Chaz: Oh my god. Sweetheart! He says I look like Divine!
[Brandon comes in with a tray wearing a dress]
Brandon: Ugh! That's awful. Although you could lose a few pounds.
Chaz: Stop it.
Brandon: You stop it.
Sara: What are you more afraid of: spending more than two consecutive nights with the same woman, or finding out this thing might not be as crazy as it seems?
Chaz: Did you change the beans or something?
Sara: Yep, it's hazelnut. You don't like it?
Chaz: Honestly, it tastes like camel piss. Lets stick to the classics in future.
Chaz: Three hours sleep last night. Took Valerian root, melatonin, the Shoping Channel. You know what did the trick in the end?
Chaz: Jimmy Cagney. Public Enemy. Violence is a tranquiliser. How twisted is that.
Chaz: I do believe that is my favourite sweatshirt I see.
Sara: Uh huh.
Chaz: You must be November.
Nelson Moss: I must be November?
Sara: That's Nelson.
Chaz: Hey Nelson, how are you? I'm Chaz.
Nelson Moss: Hey.
Chaz: You know what? Keep the sweatshirt. It looks better on you.
Nelson Moss: Is this some kind of uh, communal, culty, squeaky charlie type a deal?
Brandon: A little lovin' from the oven. Cous cous for everyone.
Sara: Wow. Did you make that?
Brandon: Uh huh.
Chaz: Excuse me. What did you just say?
Brandon: Well making, buying, it's all a very thin line.
Nelson Moss: Try to be wrong once in a while. I'd do my ego good.
Nelson Moss: [Talking to himself about his advertising campaign] Number one dog, dog at the top.
Angelica: Slow down, Fido. We need to talk.
Nelson Moss: Have you ever heard of Phalaenopsis Sunderiana? It reminded me of you.
Sara: You got the job, didn't you?
Nelson Moss: Best offer anyone ever made me.
Sara: So when do you start?
Nelson Moss: We had a little problem agreeing on that. He suggested immediately, I suggested... never.
Nelson Moss: Never.
Chaz: Very impressive set of pecs you've got there Nelson. You work out then? Me, I haven't got time. Your pecs on the other hand, darling, are just edible.
Nelson Moss: Oh my god, you're Chaz Watley.
Brandon: Oh look, baby's famous.
Chaz: Don't even go there.
Nelson Moss: What are you doing?
Sara: Taking your shirt off.
Nelson Moss: Why?
Sara: Because you smell like puppy pee.