Sweet November

Chaz:
This isn't a dress, this is a sequined sensation.

Sara:
What are you doing?

Nelson Moss:
Buying redemption.

Sara:
Redemption's not for sale today.

Nelson Moss:
What are you doing?

Sara:
Taking your shirt off.

Nelson Moss:
Why?

Sara:
Because you smell like puppy pee.

Sara:
You know, he asked me to marry him.

Chaz:
He's not the first...

Sara:
No, but it was the first time I wanted to say "Yes".

Nelson Moss:
Why a month?

Sara:
Because it's long enough to be meaningful, but short enough to stay out of trouble.

Sara:
You're my immortality Nelson.

Sara:
Nelson do you want to be my November.

Nelson:
Yes.

Nelson:
Wow. Wow. Very, uh, Pink Flamingos.

Chaz:
Oh my god. Sweetheart! He says I look like Divine!

Brandon:
Ugh! That's awful. Although you could lose a few pounds.

Chaz:
Stop it.

Brandon:
You stop it.

Chaz:
B*tch.

Nelson:
November is all I know, and all I ever wanna know.

Nelson:
You define every law of nature I've ever known.

Nelson:
This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.

Sara:
What are you more afraid of: spending more than two consecutive nights with the same woman, or finding out this thing might not be as crazy as it seems?

Chaz:
Very impressive set of pecs you've got there Nelson. You work out then? Me, I haven't got time. Your pecs on the other hand, darling, are just edible.

Chaz:
Did you change the beans or something?

Sara:
Yep, it's hazelnut. You don't like it?

Chaz:
Honestly, it tastes like camel piss. Lets stick to the classics in future.

Vince Holland:
Hey, uh, quick order, uh, one cappuccino to go.

Rachel, Coffee Shop Waitress:
Uh, quick answer, no quick orders.

Chaz:
Three hours sleep last night. Took Valerian root, melatonin, the Shoping Channel. You know what did the trick in the end?

Sara:
What?

Chaz:
Jimmy Cagney. Public Enemy. Violence is a tranquiliser. How twisted is that.

Chaz:
I do believe that is my favourite sweatshirt I see.

Sara:
Uh huh.

Chaz:
You must be November.

Nelson Moss:
I must be November?

Sara:
That's Nelson.

Chaz:
Hey Nelson, how are you? I'm Chaz.

Nelson Moss:
Hey.

Chaz:
You know what? Keep the sweatshirt. It looks better on you.

Nelson Moss:
Is this some kind of uh, communal, culty, squeaky charlie type a deal?

Chaz:
Now, don't forget, dinner is at eight. It's dressy because we are going to eat and we are going dancing.

Sara:
Wooh.

Chaz:
We're gonna see if Last of the Mohicans here's got rhythm.

Brandon:
A little lovin' from the oven. Cous cous for everyone.

Sara:
Wow. Did you make that?

Brandon:
Uh huh.

Chaz:
Excuse me. What did you just say?

Brandon:
Well making, buying, it's all a very thin line.

Nelson Moss:
Oh my god, you're Chaz Watley.

Brandon:
Oh look, baby's famous.

Chaz:
Don't even go there.

Waitress:
Oh, my, I'm so sorry. Excuse me. Thanks, that's okay.

Edgar Price:
Stop it. You know sweetie, we are what we do in this world, and you're a waitress. All that requires is that you bring the food to and from the table without making a mess. That's it. So when you screw up somthing as incredibly simple as that, doesn't say a whole hell of a lot about you does it.

Waitress:
I'm sor... I'm sorry.

Vince Holland:
If you gave her a penny for her thoughts, you'd get change.

Edgar Price:
They ought to fire her. I always say a bad hire strengthens the competition's hand. A good general feeds off his enemy.

Nelson Moss:
Actually, Sun Tsu said that last line. In The Art of War.

Nelson Moss:
Have you ever heard of Phalaenopsis Sunderiana. It reminded me of you.

Sara:
You got the job, didn't you?

Nelson Moss:
Best offer anyone ever made me,

Sara:
So when do you start?

Nelson Moss:
We had a little problem agreeing on that. He suggested immediately, I suggested... never.

Sara:
Never?

Nelson Moss:
Never.