Judging Amy

Amy: So, it's not like flirting. Bruce: No, it's not like flirting. Amy: Because priests don't flirt. Bruce: Not if they like their jobs. Amy: So, we're talking nada? No heavy petting, light petting...? Bruce: Do I look like I want to be having this conversation?

Amy: You think you're cute, don't you? Bruce: I am cute. Here. We're on the set up committee. So, set up.

Amy: What's his deal? Bruce: His 'deal' is his business. And I told you - Amy: I know. You don't touch lettuce.

Prosecutor: If I had a 6-year-old sucking on some part of my anatomy and called it a bonding experience, I'd be arrested.

Prosecutor: I think Your Honor would agree that this is a little too happy of a meal.

Amy: Who's that? Bruce: A friend. Where's your hair? Amy: Where's yours?

Bruce: I have three rules. I don't lend money, I don't touch lettuce, I don't set people up. Amy: You don't touch lettuce? Bruce: It's cold, it's wet, it squeaks. I don't have to explain myself.