Friends with Benefits (2011)
Jamie: Why don't they ever a make a movie about what happens after they kiss?
Dylan: They do, it's called porn.
Tommy: You know what I discovered? It's not who you want to spend Friday night with, it's who you want to spend all day Saturday with. Feel me, Felix?
Dylan: Yeah, but then it's every Saturday for the rest of your life...
Tommy: It's OK, you don't get it. It's no big deal. But you will. One day you'll meet someone and it'll literally take your breath away. Like you can't breathe. Like no oxygen to the lungs. Like a fish...
Dylan: Yeah, I... I get it, Tommy.
Tommy: Yeah, you don't.
Dylan: Why do women think the only way to get men to do what they want is to manipulate them?
Jamie: History, personal experience, romantic comedies.
Jamie: Really? I think they're so tiny.
Dylan: They're still breasts.
Jamie: Thank you!
Taxi Driver: Welcome to New York! Go and fuck a dick!
Jamie: Everybody, this is Dylan. He's from L.A.
[Everybody boos him]
Jamie: He's the reason I can afford all this beer!
[Everybody cheers him]
Jamie: Why do I get the feeling this is the first real commitment you've ever made?
Dylan: It's not. T-Mobile. Two years. And fuck do I regret that one!
Jamie: I have the perfect body for Photoshop. This
Jamie: gets more angular, these
Jamie: get longer and this
Jamie: gets way more Christian.
Dylan: [after he spills coffee on his pants, Dylan is asking another employee for a replacement pair] I'm your boss! Give me your pants!
Jamie: I really have to stop buying into this bullshit Hollywood cliche of true love.
[sees posters for "The Ugly Truth" on a wall]
Jamie: Shut up, Katherine Heigl, you stupid, little liar!
Jamie: Oh... my butt.
Jamie: My butt!
Jamie: No! My butt is cramping. Can you grab a pillow?
Dylan: [puts a pillow in her low back] So... there is not butt?
Dylan: I'm supposed to meet up with Jamie.
Tommy: Who's that? That headhunter?
Tommy: What, you guys going out now?
Dylan: No, no, no, we're just friends. We're... messing around a little bit.
Tommy: What do you mean?
Dylan: Sleeping together. But it's just sex.
Tommy: That never works, bro. She's a girl. Sex always means more to them even if they don't admit it.
Dylan: Jamie's different.
Tommy: Does she have a penis where most girls have a vagina?
Dylan: No penis.
Tommy: Then she's no different.
Kayla: Maybe you should care a little bit less about work and a little bit more about the girl you're dating because last time I checked work doesn't reassure you that liking a finger up your ass doesn't make you gay.
Dylan: What do you know about women, anyway?
Tommy: Dude, I've turned down more tail than you'll ever have.
Dylan: Yeah, bro - you're gay!
Tommy: But the offers keep rolling in, naturally. Look at me! And hey, I love women. They're beautiful, majestic, mysterious, mesmerizing creatures. Smart, empathetic, far superior to men in every way. And if I had a choice, I would be with women to my dying day. But me likes cock, so I'm strickily-dickily.
Tommy: The babies you two are gonna have. Those things are gonna get *really* big and then *really* small.
Jamie: We're not together.
Tommy: That was a highly inappropriate series of comments and I apologize.
[Tommy leaps over a wall into the Hudson River, and Dylan finds out... ]
Dylan: You have a boat?
Tommy: I live in Jersey. I ain't taking no ferry... Unless it's out to dinner and a show.
Dylan: So, it's always just about sex, then?
Tommy: No... I've been in love. I went down that rabbit hole.
Lorna: Bananas in the refrigerator? What are you, Puerto Rican?
Taxi Driver: Hey asshole! Want to get your shit out of my cab?