The Shape of Things

Phillip:
I begged you to throw out the farm coat freshman year, I mean, you've lost both of us a lot of dates with that that thing on! You've had it since, birth, OK, so do me a favor and let's not pretend that the jacket and the, ahh, weight and the Bon Jovi hair are no big deal. Because when it comes to routine, you used to be like Mister goddamn Rogers!

Evelyn:
Pornography is meant to titilate and excite you. I mean does a penis excite you? Any ol' penis? Did you like what you saw? Did it get you hot?

Adam:
That's all I hear any more! "What's happening to you? What's going on with you?"

Phillip:
I may have a big mouth, but at least I keep it to myself.

Phillip:
I just hope the next time we pass each other, I recognize who the hell you are.

Adam:
It's not funny.

Phillip:
Yes, it is. I mean, it's not that funny that wives get beat up, but the fact that you look like one, that I find hilarious!

Adam:
You're sick.

Phillip:
Somewhat, yeah. But I'm nice-looking... which makes up for a lot.

Evelyn:
The only thing that would help him is a knife right through his f***ing throat.

Adam:
When Picasso took a sh*t, he didn't call it art. He knew the difference. That's what made him Picasso.

Adam:
If you feel it, it's not stupid.

Evelyn:
He is a living example of people's obsession with the surface of things.

Adam:
Next you're going to tell me that the handkerchief with the strawberries on it is missing!

Evelyn:
I don't know that reference.

Evelyn:
Don't worry about 'why' when 'what' is right in front of you.

Evelyn:
I think everyone should see themselves doing it and their friends should see it too.