Coupling

(to Patrick) Sally: I don't need you to think of me as 'a person' - I have women for that.

Susan: I told you he wasn't your type... Sally: I'm surprised he was ever yours! What did you see in him? He's so dull. I need personality, verve, humour. At least now I know why you called him "Donkey Brain"! Susan: Actually, I called him "Donkey". Sally: Yeah, but I got the point. Susan: No, you didn't… Sally: What? You mean… you mean… Susan: Some men are born lucky. Some men were born very lucky. Sally: What was Patrick born? Susan: A tripod.

(having just seen Patrick's rather large natural endowment in the lavatory) Mark: Does size really make a difference? You know what women always say... Patrick: Ouch?

Patrick: What would I be without my 'partner'? Sally: Literate?

Steve: (to Patrick, about what 'calls' to the Melty Man) ... Now you're blushing and have an erection- no one's got that much blood!

Patrick: (in his apartment) You can come inside if you like. Sally: Yes, but can you?

Mirror Jeff: (to Patrick) Don't say his name, or he'll come! Mirror Steve: And you won't.

Patrick: (looking down at his...robe) Come on, Rocket Man; let's fly her (snaps his fingers) to the moon.

Jeff: All of us in our time are visited by the Melty Man... Don't say his name, Patrick. Don't even think his name, or he will rise from the shadow dimensions to do his evil work inside your terrified pants.

Patrick: If I don't like a woman, if there's no chemistry, if I'm not attracted to her, then I don't lead her on, I just get out of there . . . every time, before she even wakes up.