Gerry Kennedy: [holding Holly by the shoulders] What do you want? I know what I want, cause I'm holding it in my hands.
(Derreti logo aqui…)
Patricia (mãe dela): I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right?
Yeah.
I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.
(Palavras sábias de quem sabe o que é gostar a sério)
Daniel Connelly: What do women want?
Holly Kennedy: [whispering] We have no idea what we want.
Daniel Connelly: I knew it!
(mas pensavam o quê???? Que sabíamos???? Dahhhh)
Denise Hennessey: [Denise is admiring Ted as he walks by]
Ooohhh, he's delicious isn't he? I'd serve coffee on that ass.
John McCarthy: Do you have to be so vulgar about men? Like they're pieces of meat?
Denise Hennessey: I'm sorry, John. I forgot you're sensitive about your flat ass.
John McCarthy: You know, Denise, that's why you're not married. Women act like men. Then they complain men don't want them.
Denise Hennessey: Oh, is that why? 'Cause I thought it was something different. I thought that it was 'cause I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women. And let me be clear. After CENTURIES of men looking at my tits in stead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the *DIVINE* right to stare at a man's BACKSIDE with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to!
Sharon McCarthy: Well said!
Denise Hennessey: Yeah, well, I thought so.
(Este diálogo é lindo (muito na onda do Sexo e a Cidade - já tinha saudades de tiradas à Samantha). E sim, nós merecemos o melhor. E sim, normalmente o The One anda sempre com a mulher errada!)
Perdidos no deserto