Ally McBeal

John: You promised not to leave me alone with her. Richard: I had to pee.

Richard: Jury's back. Sydney: Just in time. John: Indeed.

Helene: Look, you can't stop her from singing the songs, pretty boy. She's the musical director, and if he fires her after having a sexual relationship, she can sue. She's got quid, she's got pro, and she's go quo, and she's suing his holy ass!

Jackson: All right, let's... let's hold on here. There are a lot of emotions on the surface. Helene: Oh, shut up, pretty boy. Nobody likes a pretty boy. Jackson: No one here is attempting to be pretty.

Sydney: Hello. Larry: Uh, hi. Sydney: Sydney Gale. Larry: Larry Paul. Sydney: Larry, how are you? Larry: Uh, well, uh, my... my arm hurts!

John: You sucked on her toe? Richard: I'm not into that, trust me... John: Richard! Richard: I'm telling you John, I just had to go to it. John: Within five minutes of meeting her? Richard: There's something about this woman. She's got this... this sexual, uh, power or something. She speaks in this melodic tone, it just sucks you in. You ever been sucked in by a woman? John: Well, not onto her toe.