I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe)

I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)

What do you mean by that?”

Her frustration got the best of her. “You’re so used to feeling superior that you’ve forgotten there are people who might know something you don’t.”

One of his big, competent hands landed on the blade of his hip. “What’s your deal anyway? Do you feel like such a failure that you need to attack anybody who’s successful?”

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. Fuck you.

Colin : “Perhaps now is the time to tell you that I have a weakness for agreeable women.”

Sugar Beth : “Well, that sure does leave me out.”

Colin : “Exactly. With agreeable women, I’m unendingly considerate. Gallant even.”

Sugar Beth : “But with tarts like me, the gloves are off, is that it?”

Colin : “I wouldn’t exactly call you a tart. But then, I tend to be broad-minded.”

She suppressed the urge to dump her porridge in his lap.

Eat your heart out. Oh, wait. You can’t. It’s not organic.

This is America. We’re entitled to our opinions.”
“Wrong. This is Texas. And my opinion is the only one that counts.

"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."