Drew Barrymore: Dylan

Charlie's Angels

Dylan

[one of Alex's muffins is embedded in the door]
Bosley: What do you call this?
Dylan: Chinese fighting muffin.
Bosley: That's not funny. A friend of mine took a fighting muffin in the chest; they sent him home in four Ziploc bags.

Alex: Your methodologies are antiquated and weak. Your procedures of approval ensure that only the least radical ideas are rewarded. Meanwhile your competition is innovating.
[whip]
Dylan: [quietly] Ow.
Alex: You. What was the last suggestion you made to your boss?
Red Star Systems Techie: I said the coke machine should be free.
Alex: Why?
Red Star Systems Techie: Because caffeine helps us program.

[ordering at the drive through]
Dylan: I'll have three burgers, three French fries and three cherry pies. What do you guys want?

Chad: Starfish, I would just like to say that I'm honored, honored to see you taking an interest in my work and I also think you're very pretty and...
[sees girls putting on scuba gear]
Chad: Starfish? Where are you going? Starfish, are you going swimming? Where are you going? Where are you going again, Starfish? Was it the Chad?
Dylan: No, the Chad was great.
Chad: The Chad was great.

Dylan: Figures that I would find the perfect guy, and he would already have the perfect girl.

Bosley: This place, it's Japanese, is it not?
Roger Corwin: It's a 13th-century Shinto temple. I had it...
[Bosley opens his mouth and leans forward, so his molar transmitter gets a clear signal]
Roger Corwin: I had it FedExed from Kyoto. Blowfish?
Bosley: Isn't that poisonous?
Roger Corwin: It's a rare delicacy, for the man who has no fear of an excruciating death.
Dylan: Technically, 1 in 60 is fatal.
Bosley: [trying a piece, then feigning falling over dead] Tastes like chicken. That would go very nicely with broccoli.

Eric Knox: You know, Dylan, I think under different circumstances, I think you and I would've made a great couple.
Dylan: Yeah, if you hadn't shot me out the window and tried to kill everyone I love, I think we could have had a chance.

Alex: I don't know if I can keep up this façade with Jason anymore.
Dylan: You don't want to be a man who's intimidated by a strong woman, anyway.
Alex: You know, they come on all lovey-dovey until they find out I can shatter a cinderblock with my forehead.
Natalie: I love that trick.

Charlie: With the micro-camera we planted on Corwin's briefcase, we've been able to study Red Star's layout.
Alex: There's the mainframe, just behind that door.
Eric Knox: Well, that's where my software would be, but the security looks incredible.
Alex: Yeah. Restricted access.
Dylan: Fingerprint ID.
Natalie: Retinal scanner.
Charlie: Angels, break it down.
Dylan: Only two directors at Red Star have access to the mainframe room. In order to get through the security system, they have to synchronize their entrance. A gelatin scanning plate takes exact fingerprints.
Natalie: A laser accurate to .009 millimeters scans the retina.
Alex: The mainframe is accessible only through an airless antechamber. A surveillance-monitored clean room.
Natalie: There's only one way to get through undetected: be invisible.
Alex: The floor is rigged with pressure sensitivity. Any contact which exceeds .25 seconds will trigger the alarm.
Vivian Wood: Sounds impossible.
Natalie: Sounds like fun.