Harmony: Well, for starters, she's been fucked more times than she's had a hot meal. Harry: Yeah, I heard about that. It was neck-and-neck and then she skipped lunch.
Harry: [voiceover] I sent Harmony home believing A, we'd meet tomorrow to go over her case, and B, I'm not actually gay. Please do not ask me how I did B.
Harry: [after overpowering and pistol-whipping a guy who'd had a gun on him and Perry] Doesn't that suck? I just hit you for no reason. I don't even know why.
Perry: Do you have to smoke? Harry: Do you want me to put it out, when we get near the...? Perry: Yeah, as soon as you find a large, brown clump of shrubs. Just throw it in there.
Don't be afraid, child, The stories are always there.
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!
The first kiss and the first glass of wine are the best.
A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.
Alexander Dyle: [Reggie is sitting on his lap and kissing him] Reggie, cut it out. Reggie Lampert: OK. [stops kissing him] Alexander Dyle: Well now what are you doing? Reggie Lampert: Cutting it out. Alexander Dyle: Who told you to do that? Reggie La...
Anita: You have your big important council. The council, [kiss] Anita: or me. [kiss] Bernardo: First one, [kiss] Bernardo: then the other. [Tries to kiss her, she pulls away] Anita: Ah, I'm an American girl now, I don't wait. Bernardo: Ah, back home ...
The summer comes and kisses the child, the winter comes and kills it.
There is one who kisses, and the other offers a cheek.
A perfect night... a perfect forever
Publication is to thinking as childbirth is to the first kiss.
I like kisses that aren't too fast or rushed - that's what makes a good kiss.
I thought it was my job to give all the boys their first kiss.
Ilsa: Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.
Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.
Kissing Macaulay Culkin was like kissing a brother. It was really no big deal.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.
