Gotcha!

Jonathan:
Mon crayon est large.

Sasha:
You must be Manolo.

Manolo:
You must be Sasha.

Jonathan:
You must be going.

Jonathan:
I would kill or die to make love to you.

Al:
It's not a camera, it's a Nikon.

Al:
No. And that's final!

Jonathan:
Mom.

Maria:
Al!

Jonathan:
I'd like a Whopper. No. Make that a double Whopper. With American cheese, and nice American fries. Oh. And an American chocolate shake.

Jonathan:
Am I on our side now?

Jonathan:
F*** you!

Sasha:
Meet me at the Cafe Freidrichstrasa.

Sasha:
That is two lies. Do not let there be a third.

Jonathan:
Cheryl Brewster. The spy from Pittsburg.

Jonathan:
I'm never going to get laid!

Professor:
As comforting as that may seem to the female population of this University, most in our profession know one thing. Every dog has his day.

Professor:
Go ahead. Make my day.

Jonathan:
I'm not your type. I'm not a weirgin.

Punkers:
We love it! We love it!

Jonathan:
Strudel.

Jonathan:
Sorry. That happened when I jumped in the moat.

Maria:
A moat?

Jonathan:
Oh. It's okay. I had to.

Jonathan:
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

Paris Blond:
What?

Jonathan:
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

Jonathan:
You're right, I'm on drugs. I'm a junkie, you know, I mainline, I freebase, I put cocaine on my cornflakes...

Waiter (in snotty voice):
"Perr-nod!"

Johnathan (annoyed):
"Avec de l'eau!"