Christian: Just so you know, this Encino crap ain't gonna cut it. It's Rodeo Drive the whole way. With my sizzling good looks and brilliant business savvy and your moderately impressive talent, I think we could take over this town.
Sean: Sorry, not interested. Unless I get to pick out the carpet this time, and retain my customary first billing.
Christian: I think we could work something out.

Christian: Kimber's not a condiment from IHOP, sweetheart, she's not to be passed around the table.

Christian: Let me start off by saying I'm a huge fan. Of all the romantic comedies I've been dragged to by my girlfriends over the years, yours are the ones I hated the least. So, tell me what you don't like about yourself, Miss Summers?
Carly Summers: That I was stupid enough to let Fiona drag me here. Look, Doctor, I'm sure you are a genius at what you do but plastic surgery is an actor's worst nightmare. You stretch actresses' faces so they don't have to stretch themselves.
Fiona: Says the woman who hasn't landed a part deeper than a shot-glass in three years.

Christian: Let your shortcomings and imperfections fuel you. When you stop striving for perfection you might as well be dead.

Christian: Look it's men. We're just wired that way, even if some small part of our brain actually gives a damn about your soul, it's always short-circuited by the part that wants to get into your pants.

Christian: Look, you made a bold move coming out here, partner. Maybe the first one of your life, huh? How many guys our age finally get the opportunity to get the recognition they deserve? This is just the beginning.
Sean: Fame isn't love, Christian. Getting it isn't going to fill up some hole you've had inside you since you were a kid.

Christian: Look. Maybe Kumba can see past Kiki's scar, to her "inner beauty" -- Maybe he's not a shallow bastard like the rest of us.
Dr. Forsythe: Don't be so hard on yourself. Beauty attracts to preserve the species. In evolutionary terms, Dr. Troy, all males are bastards.

Christian: Maybe I'll always be alone. Maybe thats just the way it's meant to be.
Sean: You know, you've never really been alone.
Christian: Really? My bride left me at the altar. My partner left me for a midlife crisis. Am I missing something?
Sean: I can help you with one of those things. I'd like to come back to the practice.
Christian: You mean that?
Sean: I do.

Christian: Men age and society says we´ve become more rugged women age and they just become... old.

Christian: Michelle didn't tell me her pimp had a pimp.
James: We all eventually have to face a higher power. Some are a bit more brutal than others.

Christian: Michelle is the kind of woman who wants to feel like a spider and I'm a helpless little fly caught in her web.
Liz: Do you think that you could teach me to be as full of shit as you are?
Christian: I thought lesbians didn't play games. I thought it was all about cuddling and sharing of depilatory cream.

Christian: My girlfriend I can handle, it's my girlfriend's girlfriend that's wiping me out.
Quentin: You are my idol. How do you get up for work?
Christian: The sex isn't the exhausting part. It's the constant jockeying for position. I am trying to establish myself as the Walk of Cock here.

Christian: None of us get out alive. Now you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you could be grateful that when your body rubs against someone else's, it explodes with enough pleasure that you can forget, even for a minute, that you're only a walking pile of ashes. Now that is the truth. If you're strong, it'll make you free. If you're weak, it'll make you, you.

Christian: Not a bad way to spend the holidays.
Matt: Two single men, watching football, eating Chinese. That's America.

Christian: Once you've seen a woman's cum face, you've seen her soul.