Try Seventeen (2002)
Jones: You know, I've been some places - Texas, Delaware, three schools in New Hampshire, Kansas - not everwhere so maybe I'm wrong, but I think you're probably the most beautiful woman in the world.
Blanche: You can't stop some people, Jones. They come into your life destined to leave it. You can wrap your arms tight around them, but the best you can hope to do is just slow them down a little... 'cause there's no holding on tight enough.
Blanche: You can't just stop some people, Jones. They come into your life destined to leave it.
Brad: It's been three years since I had sex, Jones.
Brad: Did you say "woah"? Three years of celibacy deserves more than "woah". "Woah" doesn't come close.
Jones: Try seventeen.
Brad: What, years?
Jones: The first twelve are pretty easy.
Brad: What about the, uh...
[indicates the girl upstairs]
Brad: [Jones shakes his head]
Brad: So you're a...
Jones: My mother, she was deep into all of it - booze, pills, everything she could get her hands on. I was born 10 weeks premature. By the time the doctors discovered the bone disease, it was too late to treat properly. I've been suffering since before I was born.
Brad: One more and I blow you little sister's best friend out of your trousers!
Lisa: Jones, will you kiss me?
Lisa: Ok because you want to or ok because I asked you to?
Jones: I want to.
Lisa: Will you do it now please?
Jones: Ok, I will but...
[Lisa kisses Jones before he can finish]
Jones: I got a motorcycle.
Blanche: Well isn't that nice. Maybe I should throw myself off this roof and save myself the trouble of having to bury you.
Jones: I don't think the fall would kill you, but you could try.
Jones: What about you, Blanche? Are you making anyone miserable on a regular basis?
Lisa: You know what I mean?
Lisa: You do?
Lisa: You don't?
Jones: I dunno
Lisa: [laughs] I'm sorry but tonight I'm drunk.
Jones: She knew I was watching her. I think she likes being looked at. I wanted to do more than look. She was so close it should have been easy. But I felt like I was missing something.
Lisa: [gives him a portrait of herself] It's gonna be worth something someday. You want me to autograph it?
Jones: I'll just hold on to it.