You look white trash enough to be Kid Rock's mom.

All the chaos and destruction in town just kind of makes me feel romantic. If we'd walked over a power line, Andy might have gotten luck right then and there.

My house has become the secret lair of Captain No Job

Ellie: Two choices: heads divorce, tails murder.

I'm a stay at home mom with a full time nanny. I get up to stuff.

You're dressed up. Are you going out? May I come?

Ellie: We've been robbed!
Jules: Dun dun dun... I don't know why I did that.

Ellie: What are our defenses?
Tom: Well, my garage is completely soundproof.
Ellie: Terrifying. Continue.

Travis: My tee-ball coach diagnosed me with a terminal case of 'the dropsies'.
Ellie: A month from now, you're going to be holding a fragile, infant life in your hands.
Travis: Do you think it's going to be a problem?
Ellie: Babies heads are soft.

Jules: You know, I was trying to find the perfect setting and now I just don't know what to do. I know I have to tell them, or, a different approach, we hop in a car, drive west, and never look back.
Ellie: Don't joke! I packed my Thelma and Louise bag six years ago, so say the word I'll go grab it.

When she and I kiss, we kiss on the lips.

That's true. I earned my spot, and you slutted your way in.