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Quotes
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Lisa Bentwright : [unzipping Jimmy's pants] Jimmy, Jimmy, can I see it?
Lisa Bentwright : Won't something happen?
Jimmy Reardon : Not if I don't want it to.
Lisa Bentwright : It looks funny.
Jimmy Reardon : Do you wanna hurt its feelings?
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Jimmy Reardon : I just don't feel like Jack the Ripper today!
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Jimmy Reardon : Al? Al Reardon? My father. My moral, upright, coffee-slurping, status-seeking, putting-in-overtime, hard-day-at-the-office, early-rising, early-bedding, make-your-own-way-in-life father, had been screwing Joyce Fickett! That balding man with responsibilities was an extramarital joy-boy! No wonder I was having so much trouble! It was hereditary!
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Jimmy Reardon : Lisa, aren't you even gonna kiss me goodbye?
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Lisa Bentwright : Where would you sleep?
Jimmy Reardon : In bed, of course.
Lisa Bentwright : Whose bed?
Jimmy Reardon : We'll talk about that when we get there.
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Jimmy Reardon : The damn thing just had to fizzle out at the most important moment of my life. Six months of patience and top level planning and believing and coaxing and wooing and now this! This power failure! This black out! and for what? For helping out that poor, frustrated woman? Was there no justice?
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Jimmy Reardon : Jesus, Fred, do you always have to drive nine miles an hour?
Fred Roberts : Hey, I don't need to drive fast to get my kicks.
Suzie Middleberg : How do you get your kicks?
Denise Hunter : He reads.
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Suzie Middleberg : I happen to know there are only four out of our entire senior class.
Jimmy Reardon : Four what?
Suzie Middleberg : Girls! Who have not been de-flowered.
Jimmy Reardon : Yeah, right.
Suzie Middleberg : Ask me one?
Jimmy Reardon : Denise Hunter.
Suzie Middleberg : I know the boy who did it. It happened last summer at a splash party at the Bentwrights'.
Jimmy Reardon : Lisa's house?
Suzie Middleberg : This was before you knew her. Anyway, Denise walked into one of the rooms and... whammo! The petals fell. Over the year I have counted enough fallen petals to cover the Rose Bowl.
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Jimmy Reardon : Do you want to give up? Is that what you're trying to tell me?
Fred Roberts : That's right...
Jimmy Reardon : Fine. Go to Harvard a virgin! But what are you gonna do when they ask you how many times you've scored? Those Ivy League schools send out questionnaires on that kinda stuff you know.
Fred Roberts : I'll lie.
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Jimmy Reardon : I'm going to rape her on the way out.