Jack & Jill

Barto: I don't understand why you can't just hail a cab here.

Elisa: I'll never know if he didn't call because he thinks I'm a slutty prude or a prudish slut.

Jill: It's amazing, you would think that the smog in L.A. would help keep the UV rays down. I dunno, I guess it's that big hole in the ozone. It's very dangerous here at the pool. Jack: I admire your courage.

Woman: Excuse me, hi. Could you give me a hand with my back? Jill: I'm engaged! Woman: Congratulations, but, uh, I still can't reach and I really don't want to burn.

Elisa: You know, I've never flown in first class before. Peter: It's not that hard once you get the hang of the footrest. Elisa: I should also warn you, I have terrible fear of flying. Peter: You know what works for me? Elisa: Uh-huh. Peter: Humming "Dancing Queen" in my head. Elisa: And that comforts you? Peter: No, but then I figure if we go down at least I'll stop hearing that song.

Barto: Remember to sit up straight. I think bankers like that.

Jack: You really wouldn't mind? Jill: No, I think you should. Jack: Well, I think you should mind. Jill: Why, is there something for me to mind? Jack: No. Jill: Oh. Jack: Okay, maybe I will. Jill: Okay, good. Maybe I'll mind.