Norman Cornell:
I'm sorry for what happened...

Amy Cooper:
That's alright.

Norman Cornell:
Andy... she spoke nicely to me...

Andy Hobart:
Will you shake on it?

Amy Cooper:
I´ll nod on it. I´m not on shaking terms with you, alright?

Norman Cornell:
Say her name.

Andy Hobart:
Amy.

Norman Cornell:
Say the last part.

Andy Hobart:
Cooper.

Norman Cornell:
Now the whole thing.

Andy Hobart:
Amy Cooper.

Norman Cornell:
Say it a lot.

Andy Hobart:
Amy Cooper, Amy Cooper, Amy -

Norman Cornell:
Get outta here, you´re boring me!

Norman Cornell:
As they took me away in the patrol car I heard her screaming "I hate you, I loathe you and I despise you! Hate, hate, hate, loathe, despise and hate!". So I figured the best thing to do is forget about her.

Norman Cornell:
It was physical attraction and how long does that last?

Andy Hobart:
Forty, forty-five minutes the most.

Andy Hobart:
She has the native intelligence of a very remote country.

Andy Hobart:
What did you do?

Norman Cornell:
I bit her ear lobe. It was dangling right in front of me, what did you want me to do? Ignore it?

Amy Cooper:
I have been smiling at that idiot for three days. You see that? I've been doing that since tuesday!

Andy Hobart:
Well cut it out, you look like a demented ventriloquist.

Andy Hobart:
You see this?

Amy Cooper:
I see it.

Andy Hobart:
Knowing your miniscule frame of reference, let me tell you that it is not a dead chicken on a stick. It's a feather duster. By that I do not mean that you dust feathers with it. You hold it at this end you flick it against the furniture, thus dusting it. Think you can do that?

Andy Hobart:
Your opinions have as much practical value as a 1939 calendar.

Andy Hobart:
I´m a busy man.

Amy Cooper:
So was John Wilkes Booth the night he assassinated Lincoln.

Norman Cornell:
I'm going to paint on the stairs, one letter on each step, so when she goes upstairs, it will read, 'I love you Amy Cooper'.

Andy Hobart:
But she's already upstairs. When she comes down, it will read, 'Repooc-yma-ouevoli'.

Andy Hobart:
Oh, Amy! Amy! Amy!

Amy Cooper:
And don't call me 'Amy! Amy! Amy!'. I may be attracted to you, but I still don't like you.