Notting Hill (1999)
Bella: William just turned down Anna Scott. Spike: You daft prick.
William Thacker: I live in Notting Hill; you live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are; my mother has troubles remembering my name.
Max: Let's face facts, this was always a no-win situation. Anna's a goddess, you know what happens to mortals who get involved with gods. William Thacker: Buggered, is it? Max: Every time.
Spike: I knew a girl at school called Pandora. Never got to see her box, though.
Anna Scott: You know what they say about men with big feet. William Thacker: No, I don't, actually. What's that? Anna Scott: Big feet... large shoes.
Spike: I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins.
Spike: There's something wrong with this yogurt. William: It's mayonnaise. Spike: Oh.
Bernie: I'm sorry I am so late. Bollocksed up at work again, I fear. Millions down the drain.
Keziah: No thanks, I'm a fruitarian. Max: I didn't realize that. William: And, ahm: what exactly is a fruitarian? Keziah: We believe that fruits and vegetables have feeling so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen off a tree or bush - that are, in fact, dead already. William: Right. Right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots... Keziah: Have been murdered, yes. William: Murdered? Poor carrots. How beastly!
Max: You haven't slept with her, have you? William: That is a cheap question and the answer is, of course, no comment. Max: "No comment" means "yes." William: No it doesn't. Max: Do you ever masturbate? William: DEFINITELY no comment. Max: You see? It means "yes."
William: Whoopsidaisies! Anna: What did you say? William: Nothing. Anna: Yes you did. William: No I didn't. Anna: You said "whoopsidaisies." William: I don't think so. No one says "whoopsidaisies," do they? Unless they're-- Anna: There's no "unless." No one has said "whoopsidaisies" for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets. William: Exactly. Here we go again. [He falls off the fence again.] Whoopsidaisies. It's a disease I've got. It's a clincial thing. I'm taking pills and having injections. It won't last long.
William: It's as if I've taken love heroin, and now I can't ever have it again.
Anna: Can I stay for a while? William: You can stay forever.
William Thacker: I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are. Anna Scott: I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
Anna Scott: I can't believe you have that picture on your wall. William Thacker: You like Chagall? Anna Scott: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky. William Thacker: With a goat playing the violin. Anna Scott: Yes - happiness wouldn't be happiness without a violin-playing goat.
Anna Scott: I've been on a diet everyday since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not-so-nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. And every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this. Honey: Really. [Anna taps her chin and nose.] Anna Scott: And one day, not long from now, my looks will go. They will discover I can't act, and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.