"I've always believed in fate. I've always believed that life is more than a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. But rather, a tapestry of events that culminate into an exquisite plan. I mean, I just spent the entire flight staring into the sky thinking. Not about my fiance, but about this mystery guy I met a million & a half hours ago. A guy I don't even remember except for this vague picture inside my head. It's just a few seconds, a fragment really & it's like, in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together. We spent only a few precious hours together & I never even gave him my last name or my phone number. Instead, I told him that if we were meant to be together, if fate meant for us to be together, we'd meet again someday. That's why I'm here. That's why I'm going to let fate take me anywhere it wants to go, because when all of this is over, at least I'll never have to think of him ever again. Let's just pray he's a bald Fascist who picks his nose and wipes it under the car seat." - Serendipity

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin & say, 'Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.' You call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing,' & you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself & it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. Here. I've been carrying this thing around for months. I don't want it anymore." - Breakfast At Tiffany's

"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said, 'Journeys end in lovers meeting.' What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter & define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said, 'love is blind'. Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night & then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual & I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not & will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms. I understand feeling as small & as insignificant as humanly possible & how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you & it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends ... you still go to bed every night going over every detail & wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood & how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy & sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light & show up at your door & after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new & you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again & little pieces of your soul will finally come back & all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade." - The Holiday

"Oh, see, now that pisses me off. First of all ... since the demur, we now have more than four hundred plaintiffs & let's be honest, we all know there's more out there. Now, they may not be the most sophisticated people, but they do know how to divide & twenty million dollars isn't shit when it's split between them & second of all ... these people don't dream about being rich. They dream about being able to watch their kids swim in a pool without worrying they'll have to have a hysterectomy at age 20, like Rosa Diaz ... a client of ours, or have their spine deteriorate like Stan Bloom. Another client of ours. So, before you come back here with another lame-ass offer, I want you to think real hard about what your spine is worth, Mr. Buda or what you'd expect someone to pay you for your uterus, Ms. Sanchez ... then you take out your calculator & multiply that number by a hundred. Anything less than that is a waste of our time." - Erin Brockovich

"I love you & not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends - not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it & it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute & quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend & crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship -no pun intended, but I had to say it, because I've never felt this before & I like who I am because of it & if bringing it to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But I couldn't allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down & I'll accept that. But I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment & if there is a moment of hesitation, that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not dismiss that - at least for ten seconds & try to dwell in it. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you & I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it's there between you & me. you can't deny that & even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are & what you've meant to me, which -while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of." - Chasing Amy

"The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It's a good non-specific symptom. A lot of people will tell you that a phony fever is a dead lock, but if you get a nervous mother, you could land in the doctor's office. That's worse than school. What you do is, you fake a stomach cramp & when you're bent over, moaning & wailing, you lick your palms. It's a little childish & stupid, but then, so is high school. I did have a test today. That wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I mean, really, what's the point? I'm not European, I don't plan on being European, so who gives a crap if they're socialist? They could be fascist anarchists - that still wouldn't change the fact that I don't own a car. Not that I condone fascism, or any ism for that matter. Isms in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an ism - he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon: "I don't believe in Beatles - I just believe in me." A good point there. Of course, he was the Walrus. I could be the Walrus - I'd still have to bum rides off of people." - Ferris Bueller's Day Off

"I told you I was telling the truth daddy. I'm sorry I lied to you, but you lied too. You told me everyone was alike & deserved a fair break. But you meant everyone who was like you. You told me you wanted me to change the world, make it better. But you meant by becoming a lawyer or an economist & marrying someone from Harvard. I'm not proud of myself, but I'm in this family too & you can't keep giving me the silent treatment. There are a lot of things about me that aren't what you thought. But if you love me, you have to love all the things about me & I love you & I'm sorry I let you down, I'm so sorry Daddy. But you let me down too." - Dirty Dancing

"I know it's a cornball thing but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy & who'll love you the same way back & how do you find him? Forget your head & listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey & not fall deeply in love ... well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived. Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike." - Meet Joe Black

"Who had I become? Just another shark in a suit? Two nights later at a conference in Miami I had a breakdown. Breakdown? Breakthrough. I couldn't escape one single thought: I hated myself. No, no ... here's what it was: I hated my place in the world. I had so much to say and no one to listen & then, suddenly, it happened. It was the oddest, most out-of-the-ordinary thing. I began writing what they call a mission statement. Not a memo - a mission statement. You know, a suggestion for the future of our company. It was great. Suddenly, I was my father's son again. I was remembering the simple pleasures of this job, how I ended up here out of law school, the way a stadium sounds when one of my clients performs well on the field. I was even remembering the words of the original sports agent, my mentor, the late, great, Dickie Fox who said, 'The key to this business is personal relationships ... & suddenly, it was all very clear. The answer was less money. Fewer clients. Caring about them, caring about ourselves & the games, too. Starting our lives, really. I'll be the first to admit, what I was writing was somewhat touchy feely. I didn't care. I had lost the ability to bullshit. It was the me I had always wanted to be. I ran out in the middle of the night to find an all night Fotomat before I could change my mind. It looked incredible. Even the cover looked like The Catcher in the Rye. I entitled it 'The Things We Think and Do Not Say: The Future of Our Business.'" - Jerry Maguire

"I said a lot of really crappy things the other night & I'm sorry about that. I haven't been a very good friend to you & I'm sorry, okay. The truth is that I'm afraid to be your friend because I'm always gonna want more. But then I got to thinking that I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all. You know, that's a lie too. I want to take you out on a date & I don't care if it's in the day or at night or whenever as long as it's a real date & I want to tell you how beautiful I think you are, inside & out. I want to have babies with you & I want to marry you & I love you, Jamie, I always have. Sorry, that's like 20 years all at once." - Just Friends

"I flunk English, I'm outta here. Kiss college goodbye. I don't know what I'll do, I'll probably go home. Gee, Dad will be pissed off. Mom will be heartbroken & if I play my cards right, I get maybe a six months' grace period & then I gotta get a job & you know what that means. That's right, they start me off at the drive-up window & I gradually work my way up from shakes to burgers & then one day my lucky break comes: the french fry guy dies & they offer me the job. But, the day I'm supposed to start some men come by in a black Lincoln Continental & tell me I can make a quick $300 just for driving a van back from Mexico. When I get out of jail I'm 36 years old. Living in a flop house. No job. No home. No upward mobility. Very few teeth & then one day they find me, face down, talking to the gutter, clutching a bottle of paint thinner & why? Because you wouldn't help me in English. No, you were too busy to help me! Too busy to help a drowning man!" - The Sure Thing

"You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries & centuries of it & it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars ... pain, lies, hate. It made me want to turn away & never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves. You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe & never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But, I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable & strangely easy to mistake for loathing, & what I’m trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart ... it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you & if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange ... no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine." - Stardust

"I had a great summation all worked out, full of some sharp lawyering, but I'm not going to read it. I'm here to apologize, I am young & I am inexperienced, but you cannot hold Carl lee Hailey responsible for my shortcomings. You see, in all this legal maneuvering something has gotten lost & that something is the truth. Now, it is incumbent upon us lawyers not to just talk about the truth, but to actually seek it, to find it, to live it. My teacher taught me that. Let's take Dr. Bass for example, now ... obviously I would have never knowingly put a convicted felon on the stand, I hope you can believe that, but what is the truth? That he is a disgraced liar & what if I told you that the woman he was accused of raping was 17, he was 23, that she later became his wife, bore his children & is still married to the man today. Does that make his testimony more or less true? What is it in us that seeks the truth? Is it our minds or is it our hearts? I set out to prove a black man could receive a fair trial in the south, that we are all equal in the eyes of the law. That's not the truth, because the eyes of the law are human eyes yours & mine - until we can see each other as equals, justice is never going to be evenhanded, it will remain nothing more than a reflection of our own prejudices, so until that day we have a duty under God to seek the truth, not with our eyes & not with our minds where fear & hate turn commonality into prejudice, but with our hearts where we don't know better. I want to tell you a story, I want to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you this story. I want you to listen to me, I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead close your eyes please. This is a story about a little girl ... walking home from the grocery store one sunny afternoon. I want you to picture this little girl, suddenly a truck races up, two men jump out & grab her, they drag her into a nearby field & they tie her up & rip her clothes from her body. Now they climb on, first one then the other ... raping her, shattering everything innocent & pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of drunken breath & sweat. When they're done, after they killed her tiny womb, murdered any chance for her to bear children, to have life beyond her own, they decide to use her for target practice, so they start throwing full beer cans at her, they throw them so hard that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones, then they urinate on her. Now comes the hanging, they have a rope, they tie a noose, imagine the noose pulling tight around her neck & a sudden blinding jerk. She's pulled into the air & her feet &legs go kicking & they don't find ground. The hanging branch isn't strong enough it snaps & she falls back to earth. So, they pick her up throw her in the back of the truck & drive out to foggy creek bridge & pitch her over the edge & she drops some 30 feet down to the creek bottom below. Can you see her? Her raped, beaten & broken body, soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in her blood, left to die. Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Now imagine she's white. The defense rests your honor." - A Time to Kill