M.O.G.

Lupe:
Oh Sean, make love to me.

Sean:
Baby, love has nothing to do with what I'm going to do to you.

Jacob:
[intoxicated, both sitting on living room floor] Are you sure you want to wind up with a loser?

Rosie:
Baby, don't worry, I'm a loser too.

Jacob:
But you're a woman, you hide it better.

Checker:
[Yelling at Sean] Everybody wants to be somebody but we all can't!