Allison: The world's a playground. You know that when you are a kid, but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it.
Carl Allen: Hey, Carl... you wanna give your money away to some homeless guy? Yes, yes I do. How 'bout letting him use up the phone battery so that you can't get help when your car runs out of gas? You know what? That sounds like a fuckin' great idea!
Carl Allen: [while watching Saw on DVD] Oh come on, you're halfway through, just snap it off already!
Allison: [singing with her band] Don't call me past 11 PM, it won't happen again. You can call me at 10:59 but don't call me at 11 because that's my rule now.
Carl Allen: What I have to share is huge... and I want to share it with you.
Allison: Have you met my friend Ian? He's a computer hacker. He helped me erase your MySpace page, and your band's MySpace page, and your FaceBook page. Happy networking, asshole!
Nick: [listing things he's done since he started saying "yes"] I killed a cow with a bazooka... I'm not proud of that last one.
Carl Allen: I am gone-o-reha. That didn't sound right.
Allison: [singing with her band] Don't call me past 11pm, it won't happen again. Happened once, it happened twice, it happened three times, maybe four times, maybe five times, maybe, maybe it happened six times, but it won't happen seven times.
Carl Allen: You ever had a Red Bull? Ive never had a Red Bull before, but I had a Red Bull last night - I really like Red Bull.
[shakes his glow-in-the-dark hoop]
Carl Allen: ... got this new... glow in the dark thing... cant really see it right now, unless you go like this...
[holds part of the hoop to his eyes and covers it with his hands]
Carl Allen: Was I chewing gum before?
Carl Allen: I can't believe I tripped like that.
Carl Allen: Yes!
Carl Allen: [talking to himself, walking back to town] Why don't you take a late night stroll through the hills and get killed by the Manson family? Don't mind if I do!
Norman: We! Are! Sparta!
Allison: [singing on stage] I shoulda been the one to break up with you. / He said who are you, who are you? / I wanna snap your neck and spit on you. / He said who are you, who are you?
Carl Allen: [incredibly drunk, after losing a bar brawl, said very sadly] She's never gonna go to a ball.
Terrence Bundley: You can't audit life, my friend.
Tour Guide: We've got a fainter down in head-removal.
Carl Allen: [drunk] Hey... I'm just saying 'yes' to life... 'cause... you gotta say 'yes' to life... I'm in a secret covenant... That sounded naughty!
Carl Allen: The era of "yes" has begun.
Terrence Bundley: [narrating his audiobook] Chapter 26: Words That Rhyme With Yes. Guess. Mess. Tess. That's a name. Less. A word *and* a name.
Terrence Bundley: You're dead, Carl. You say no to life, and therefore you're not living. You make up excuses to the people around you and to yourself. You're stuck in the same dead-end job, you have been for years. You don't have a girlfriend, you don't have anything close to a girlfriend and you lost the love of your life because she couldn't be with someone who didn't live theirs. And on most nights you're so bored and filled with ennui, you can't even summon the enthusiasm necessary to masturbate. Am I right, Carl?