Eastwick

Joanna: Tell me what's going on or I will let the entire office know about the time that you got arrested for chasing that guy you thought was Keanu Reeves into the airport bathroom. Penny: Ohh, you're worse than the interrogators at Guantanamo Bay.

Eleanor: You're like me. Kat: What do you mean? Eleanor: Well-- well, think of it like dogs, you know? They look different but a majestic Afghan can still recognize that a little old Shih Tzu is also a dog. Well... you're a Shih Tzu and I recognize you. Kat: So you've got-- Eleanor: The gift? Yes! I'm a dog too, just like you. (growls and barks)

Joanna: No, Penny. Getting kidnapped and almost being burned to death was the best thing that ever happened to me, okay? Like things are more vibrant and-- and-- and bright! Food tastes better. Smells smell smellier. I feel alive, like awakened, you know, to my true potential. Penny: Okay, so are you going to bend spoons and dodge bullets like Neo in The Matrix.

Roxie: What the hell are you doing? Darryl: Fire-walking. Roxie: Of course, you are. Darryl: Care to join me? Roxie: Ah, no thanks. I need the bottom of my feet.

Darryl: Your curse, Roxie, is that you are extraordinary. People will fear you. People will hate you. You don't fit in and you never will, so toughen up. Develop a thicker skin and you may come to see that this curse of yours is truly your greatest gift.

Darryl: Let those with courage come forward and face me. And let those too afraid run from the very sight of me.

Joanna: I was trying to recreate an experience that I had. That is all. Max: What kind of experience? Joanna: It was an intense experience. Max: Ooh! Joanna: I was able to do something that I've never been able to do before. And I would like to be able to do it again. Max: Multiple orgasm?

(after they almost fell off a Ferris wheel) Max: I feel bad for you, lady, that you've got this-- this death wish. But that doesn't give you the right to trap someone in-- into riding shotgun with you in this sick old suicide mission. Uncool! Joanna: That was not a suicide mission. Max: You say tomato, I say suicide mission.

Max: Don't skip the negative. You can't have critical thought without it. And where would we be without critical thought? Joanna: Floating on a rainbow cloud full of marshmallow bunnies?

Eleanor: He's back, you know. Bun: What are we going to do about Darryl Van Horne? Eleanor: I think we're going to have to kill him again.