Bridget Jones's Diary (2001)
Bridget Jones: This calls for some really tiny knickers!
Bridget Jones: I choose Vodka. And Chaka Khan.
Daniel Cleaver: Come on Bridget, we belong together you, me,
your little skirt. If I can't make it with you then I can't
make it with anyone. Bridget Jones: That's not a good enough
offer for me.
Tom: Whose side are we on? Shazzer: Mark's of course. He did
leave Bridget for a naked American! Bridget Jones: But he
did run off with Daniel's fiancee and left him broken-hearted.
Tom: You're right, it's such a tough one to call!
Bridget Jones: Here is the man we like to call Mr., uh, [to
herself] Titspervert! Titspervert! [to audience] Fitzherbert.
Because... that is his name.
Mark Darcy: I realize that when I met you at the turkey curry
buffet, I was unforgivably rude, and wearing a reindeer jumper.
Bridget Jones: Wait a minute... nice boys don't kiss like
that. Mark Darcy: Oh, yes, they fucking do.
Daniel Cleaver: Fuck me, I love Keats.
Bridget: [to Daniel, as she is quitting] If working here means
I am within 10 yards of you, I would rather wipe Saddam Hussein's
Interviewer: What do you think about the El Niño phenomenon?
Bridget Jones: It's a blip. Latin music's on its way out.
[answering phone] Bridget Jones: Bridget Jones, wanton sex
goddess, with a very bad man between her thighs. ...Mum!
Mark Darcy: Mother, I do not need a blind date. Not with a
verbally incontinent spinster who drinks like a fish, smokes
like a chimney and dresses like her mother.
Bridget Jones: Daniel, what you just did is actually illegal
in several countries. Daniel Cleaver: That is one of the reasons
that I'm so happy to be living in Britain today.
[On Bridget] Natasha: It's amazing what some men find attractive.
Daniel Cleaver: OK, tell me about the girls teaching you how
to French kiss. Bridget Jones: It wasn't French kissing. Daniel
Cleaver: I don't care, make it up. That's an order, Jones.