Wait, Katie! When we first started hanging out together this morning, — Wet Hot American Summer

"As everybody knows, this week is the big culminating, climactic game against evil Camp Tigerclaw. We have put together an unlikely team of misfits, and weve been training like crazy all summer. Yeah, its a motley crew that youd think would never be able to win a single game. We had a kooky training period where it seemed like... well, it seemed like NOTHING was gonna go right. But, guys, somehow we made it to the finals. So I say, when those anonymously evil campers from Camp Tigerclaw get here, we give it our best shot, and we try to come from behind at the last minute with some weird trick play that we made up and we win the game. What do you say, team?"

"Listen, Coop - last night was really great. You were incredibly romantic and heroic, no doubt about it. And thats great. But Ive thought about it, and my thing is this: Andy is really hot. And dont get me wrong, youre cute too, but Andy is like, cut. From marble. Hes gorgeous. He has this beautiful face and this incredible body, and I genuinely dont care that hes kinda lame. I dont even care that he cheats on me. And I like you more than I like Andy, Coop, but Im 16. And maybe itll be a different story when Im ready to get married, but right now, I am entirely about sex. I just wanna get laid. I just wanna take him and grab him and fuck his brains out, ya know? So thats where my priorities are right now. Sex. Specifically with Andy and not with you. But youre really nice, I mean everybody thinks so. And, Im sorry if this isnt the direction you saw things going between us. I still totally wanna be friends. You better write me a letter, okay?"

"Well, weve made it to the end of the summer in one piece, except for a few campers who are lepers."

"[to Katie] I want you inside me!"

"I love sluts! Sluts rock! Its just, you know, its just gotta be the right slut, you know?"

"OK, stop! I feel like Im watching regional theatre, you guys! God, am I in the Cleveland Playhouse or something? Your craft is a muscle, you need to exercise it! Take a break! Think about what youve done."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."