Damages

(Choosing a cake for their wedding) Ellen: Whatever you like is great with me, just nothing too... lemony. David: Wait. No, no! I'm not deciding. Ellen: Why not? David: Because I'm the guy. I don't give a shit. Ellen: Okay, fine, fair enough.

(after a car wash customer complained about a scratched car door) Larry Popler: The brushes have to be replaced, Kevin. I've been telling you that. Kevin: It's not the brushes, Larry. Manny doesn't have these issues. Neither does Wanda. Larry Popler: Wanda wears jeans that let her patooty show, is why nobody complains about her.

Tom: (gesturing towards Ellen's assistant) You didn't fire him yet? Ellen: Why would I do that? Tom: Well, Patty wants you to. Ellen: She didn't say that. Tom: She said she didn't like him. Ellen: And that means...? Tom: Get rid of him.

(Ray finds Patty picking up her dog's poop) Ray: Well, isn't this a swell picture. Patty: What, Ray? Your little precious never takes a shit?

Larry Popler: Patty Hewes has ears, too. Maybe I'm talking to the wrong person. Arthur: Larry, you don't want to threaten me. Take the money. Larry Popler: I mopped your floors, you son of a bitch! 34 years I cleaned your shit.

(during a break in Gary Parsons' deposition) Gary Parsons: So I should just go in there and lie? Ellen: I'm saying that they will. They'll spin into gross negligence. This is the real world, Dad. Gary Parsons: I don't need you to teach me about the real world.

(Patty advises Ellen on her father's case) Patty: Better be careful. We plaintiff attorneys can be vicious. His best strategy is to blame the victim. Ellen: I know. Patty: At all costs it was her [the plaintiff's] fault, period.

Patty: You know, the truth is, Larry, I like you. But I think you're in over your head. And prison is the last place you belong. Arthur Frobisher is smart. I'm sure he's got a way to get you his blood money with no paper trail, so I'm really just here tonight to make you a promise. Larry Popler: Oh yeah? What's that? Patty: I'm gonna wait and watch. Until you buy a house, or Mildred buys a car, or Chloe here buys a toothbrush. You need to understand this, Larry. No Popler for the next hundred years will be able to spend a nickel of that money without being humiliated, disgraced, and locked up. (long pause) You all have a nice night.