“I’ve been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I’ve been hungry for a decade. I’ve had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it’s entertainment. And it’s taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this… And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can’t act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.” – Anna Scott (Character), on who gets the last brownie, Notting Hill. 1999

William: I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.

Anna: I am also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Honey: Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it’s possible you can be really, genuinely cool – and I’m failing 100%. I absolutely and totally and utterly adore you and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and more importantly I genuinely believe and have believed for some time now that we can be best friends. What do you think?

Keziah: No thanks, I’m a fruitarian.
Max: I didn’t realize that.
William: And, ahm: what exactly is a fruitarian?
Keziah: We believe that fruits and vegetables have feeling so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen off a tree or bush – that are, in fact, dead already.
William: Right. Right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots…
Keziah: Have been murdered, yes.
William: Murdered? Poor carrots. How beastly!

Max: You haven’t slept with her, have you?
William: That is a cheap question and the answer is, of course, no comment.
Max: “No comment” means “yes.”
William: No it doesn’t.
Max: Do you ever masturbate?
William: DEFINITELY no comment.
Max: You see? It means “yes.”

William: Whoopsidaisies!
Anna Scott: What did you say?
William: Nothing.
Anna Scott: Yes you did.
William: No I didn’t.
Anna Scott: You said “whoopsidaisies”.
William: I don’t think so. No one says “whoopsidaisies” do they? Unless they’re…
Anna Scott: There *is* no “unless.” No one has said “whoopsidaisies” for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets.
William: Exactly. Here we go again.
[He falls off the fence again]
William: Whoopsidaisies. It’s a disease I’ve got. It’s a clinical thing. I’m taking pills and having injections. It won’t last long.

William: It’s as if I’ve taken love heroin, and now I can’t ever have it again.

Anna Scott: I can’t believe you have that picture on your wall.
William: You like Chagall?
Anna Scott: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky.
William: With a goat playing the violin.
Anna Scott: Yes – happiness isn’t happiness without a violin-playing goat.

Anna Scott: Rita Hayworth used to say, “They go to bed with Gilda; they wake up with me.”
William: Who’s Gilda?
Anna Scott: Her most famous part. Men went to bed with the dream; they didn’t like it when they would wake up with the reality. Do you feel that way?
William: You are lovelier this morning than you have ever been.

Anna Scott: Can I stay for a while?
William: You can stay forever.

Max: Let’s face facts, this was always a no-win situation. Anna’s a goddess, you know what happens to mortals who get involved with gods.
William: Buggered, is it?
Max: Every time.

Spike: I knew a girl at school called Pandora. Never got to see her box, though.
Bella: Which way are you going?
Max: Down Kensington Church Street, then Knightsbridge, then Hyde Park Corner.
Bella: No, crazy, crazy. Go along Bayswater.
Honey: That’s right. Then Park Lane.
Bernie: No, straight down to the Cromwell Road, then left.
Max: [they continue arguing about the best routes to the Ritz, Max finally has enough and screeches to a stop] Stop right there! I will decide the route. All right?
William: Sorry Max.
Honey: Sorry Max.
Max: James Bond never has to put up with this sort of shit.

William: Is this your first film?
12-yr-old Actress: Well… actually it’s my 22nd!
William: Any favorites among the 22?
12-yr-old Actress: Working with Leonardo.
William: DaVinci?
12-yr-old Actress: DiCaprio.
William: Of course. And is… is he your favorite Italian director?

William: I enjoyed the movie very much. I was just wondering, did you ever consider having more horses in it?
Anna Scott: Well, we would have liked to. But it was difficult, obviously, being set in space.

Anna Scott: “For June who loved this garden from Joseph who always sat beside her.” Some people do spend their whole lives together.