Big Chill

Karen:
I know that Richard will always be faithful to me.

Harold:
That's nice. Trust.

Karen:
Fear of herpes.

Meg:
I'm going to wash my hair and puke.

Michael:
Puke first.

Meg:
The last time I spoke with Alex, we had a fight. I yelled at him.

Nick:
That's probably why he killed himself.

Sam Weber:
Do you think we're all trying trying to avoid dealing with Alex? You know, every time it comes up somebody changes the subject.

Nick:
Hey. It's a dead subject.

Sam Weber:
So how's your life?

Karen:
Oh, great. How's yours?

Sam Weber:
Not so great.

Karen:
Ohhh, we're telling the truth.

Meg:
I've been taking my temperature and I know I'm ovulating right now. The ground is ready, I just need someone to plant the seed.

Sarah:
Yeah, but who's going to be the lucky farmer?

Sarah:
It doesn't always happen the first time.

Meg:
That's not what they told us in high school.

Michael:
I don't know anyone who could get through the day without two or three juicy rationalizations. They're more important than sex.

Sam Weber:
Ah, come on. Nothing's more important than sex.

Michael:
Oh yeah? Ever gone a week without a rationalization?

Meg:
They're either married or gay. And if they're not gay, they've just broken up with the most wonderful woman in the world, or they've just broken up with a b*tch who looks exactly like me. They're in transition from a monogamous relationship and they need more space. Or they're tired of space, but they just can't commit. Or they want to commit, but they're afraid to get close. They want to get close, you don't want to get near them.

Nick:
Wise up, folks. We're all alone out there and tomorrow we're going out there again.

Karen:
You'll never get this many people to come to my funeral.

Michael:
Oh Karen. I'll come... and I'll bring a date.

Sam Weber:
You know, Karen, if we had gotten married, we'd be going shopping like this.

Karen:
No, if we had gotten married I'd be doing this alone.

Michael:
Amazing tradition. They throw a great party for you on the one day they know you can't come.

Meg:
It's a cold world out there. Sometimes I feel like I'm getting a little frosty myself.

Michael:
Did I miss Karen and Richard?

Sarah:
Just Richard, Karen's staying for the weekend and he went back to be with the kids.

Michael:
Ohhhhh, interesting. What did Richard have to say about this?

Sarah:
Michael, if you're going to sleep this late, you're going to miss a few minidramas.

Michael:
I just hope you'll wake me for anything really nasty.

Richard:
You set your priorities straight and that's what life is. I wonder if your friend Alex knew that, one thing's for sure, he couldn't handle it. I know I shouldn't talk about him, you guys knew him. It's just that... no one ever said it would be fun, at least... no one ever said it to me.

Chloe:
You remind me of Alex.

Nick:
I ain't him.

Michael:
Everyone does everything just to get laid.

Karen:
Who said that? Freud?

Michael:
No, I did.

Karen:
So, you and Alex were living here?

Chloe:
We have a room downstairs. Well we did. I do. I'm the one who found him.

Karen:
Oh God. It must have been awful.

Chloe:
It was, it was a real mess.

Karen:
So, what are you gonna do now?

Chloe:
Oh, we cleaned it up.

Chloe:
Alex and I made love the night before he died. It was fantastic.

Nick:
He went out with a bang, not a whimper.

Sam Weber:
Hey, Nick? You know, we go back a long way, and I'm not gonna piss that away 'cause you're higher than a kite.

Nick:
Wrong, a long time ago we knew each other for a short period of time; you don't know anything about me. It was easy back then. No one had a cushier berth than we did. It's not surprising our friendship could survive that. It's only out there in the real world that it gets tough.

Sam Weber:
What's this?

Nick:
I'm not sure.

Sam Weber:
What's it about?

Nick:
I don't know.

Sam Weber:
Who's that?

Nick:
I think the guy in the hat did something terrible.

Sam Weber:
Like what?

Nick:
You're so analytical. Sometimes you have to let art... flow... over you.

Autograph Seeker:
Are you J. T. Lancer?

Sam Weber:
No, that's just a character I play. I'm Sam Weber.

Autograph Seeker:
Well, can I have your autograph, whoever you are?

Sam Weber:
Don't you think we ought to be thinking about Alex?

Autograph Seeker:
I'll give you a buck.

Sam Weber:
Okay, you're on.

Harold:
I always thought masturbation was the ultimate act of self-absorption.

Sam Weber:
Do you jerk off?

Harold:
Does a bear have fleas?

Sam Weber:
No, no, "Does a bear sh*t in the woods?"

Harold:
Does a bear jerk off?

Nick:
You know, I sh*t in the woods, but I can't jerk off.

Nick:
Since when did you get so friendly with <i>cops</i>? Harold?

Harold:
You know you're f***in' stupid? Stupid, yeah. First off, that cop has twice kept this house from being ripped off. Happens to be a hell of a guy. And you...

Nick:
Come on, Harold. What is it?

Harold:
What is it with you? Is jail another "experience" you want to "try?" See what that's "like?" You know, I live here. This place means something to me. I'm dug in. I don't need this sh*t.

Sam Weber:
In Hollywood, I don't know who to trust. I don't know who likes me or why they even do like me.

Michael:
Me neither.

Meg:
Ditto.

Harold:
Who would've thought we'd both make so much bread?

Sam:
Two revolutionaries.

Harold:
Good thing it's not important to us.

Sam:
F*** them if they can't take a joke.

Meg:
So I'm in the Philadelphia Public Defender's office.

My clients were the scum of the earth.

Extreme repulsivos.

One of them got caught in the house.

He and his friends beat up

the husband, rape the wife...

...then tried to blow the place up.

When I ask what happened, he says:

"I was in Montreal at the time."

Richard:
Who'd you think your clients would be?

Grumpy and Sneezy?

Meg:
Huey and Bobby.

I don't know.

I just didn't think they'd be...

...so guilty.

“Yeah, just because they looked like us & sounded like us we thought they thought like us.”