Julia: Semen's an anti-depressant. It has mood-altering hormones in it. I read about it.
Liz: Didn't do a thing for me.

Julia: We´re not fine, Sean. And we never will be. You know it. We both know it.
Sean: Don´t you give up on me.
Julia: There´s nothing wrong in knowing when to surrender. We tried our best. No one can fault us for finally admitting that we just can´t do it anymore.

Julia: What did she give you that I couldn't?
Sean: She saw the good in me, Julia. She saw the potential, the hope. Every time you look at me I see it in your eyes. All I see staring back at me is regret.

Julia: Why haven't I had an orgasm in two years?!?
Sean: Because I didn't want to work that hard.

Julia: With all due respect you know more about the different classes of tequila than you do parenting.
Christian: I know enough to know that the pound wouldn't give either of you a 10 year old mutt covered in shit right now.

Julia: You slept with my mother.
Christian: Once. At your wedding.
Julia: Also at my wedding?
Christian: So, I see she offered up full disclosure.

Julia: Your mom's a baseball fan?
Natalie: Nah. She's just an ex-Catholic who believes God speaks to us through the Red Sox.
Julia: What's God trying to say?
Natalie: Miracles happen. Believe in someone enough and they'll surprise you.

Kimber: [after Christian asked her to marry him] You know how many times I have fantasised about hearing you ask me that? ...And what kills me the most is that I didn't even hear the words 'I love you'.

Kimber: [after walking in on Christian having sex with Kit] First you propose to me. Now you're screwing another girl. Who are you?
Christian: I'm me again, baby. I'm back.

Kimber: [referring to her nurse's outfit] I spent $400 on this outfit. I'm just trying to do what you wanted and spice things up.
Christian: Here's the dilemma. You think a jockey wants to come home to see his girlfriend dressed like a horse? I'm around nurses all day, sweetheart. If I wanted to screw one of them, I would've by now.

Kimber: A way to a man's heart is not entrapping him with your tragedy.

Kimber: After the wedding, we agree on two things. No more porn for me, and no more affairs for you. [Edit] Oh, don't worry, there's a clause in there that still allows for threesomes.

Kimber: Did he do this to you? All this bitterness as a result of loving you too much?
Gina: No, I was always a bitch.

Kimber: He wouldn't have hurt me if you hadn't given me all those surgeries. You made me think that I needed them for you to love me. It's true. Beauty is a curse on the world.

Kimber: I can't do this anymore, Christian. I can't be this beautiful couple who spends six hundred dollars a month on tanning salons, who takes an hour to get ready just to go to the gym, who measure people's worth by their body fat percentage.
Christian: This is perfectly normal. It's called Stockholm Syndrome. Kidnapping victims sympathise with their captors. It's a survival strategy.
Kimber: He wasn't my captor. You were. Porn was. He was just the man holding up the mirror to our beautiful, superficial lives showing me how grotesque they were. It's just ugliness hidden behind a perfect mask. How am I supposed to be with you when your job is to give everyone those masks?