Charlie's Angels

Kelly: Oh, Well, we're meeting at the pool for breakfast. Why don't you drop by, take a look, turn green with envy.

Sabrina: Where have you been? Kelly: Well, I've been to about 10,000 feet. I've been upside down, downside up, front ways, back ways, someways I can't explain. Sabrina: What? Kelly: I drank wine from a paper cup under a tree in a meadow, named an airplane, came home. Kris: (handing Kelly a glass) Oh and what did you do for excitement!

Sabrina: Hello. Kris: Bree. Hi. I thought we'd missed ya. Sabrina: No, somebody else just did. Kris: Run that by me again. Sabrina: Somebody just took a shot at me!

Mr. Faylon: We seem to have reached an impasse. Sabrina: Maybe we could trade information. Mr. Faylon: Possibly. What have you got to offer? Sabrina: What have you got?

Mr. Faylon: Where is it? Sabrina: It, sir! Mr. Faylon: You're either carrying a gun or a very large lipstick.

Sabrina: You know what we have here is one coincidence followed by another coincidence and I think that makes neither one of them a coincidence.

Man: (inquiring about papers that Sabrina is holding) What are those? Sabrina: (pulling back the papers) Like you said, private property. Man: Not yours. Sabrina: Or yours.