Surfing Instructor: # Oh the weather outside is weather... #
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Surfing Instructor: # Oh the weather outside is weather... #
Surfing Instructor: When life gives you lemons, just say 'Fuck the lemons,' and bail.
Kemo: Are those sad tissues or happy tissues?
Aldous Snow: How you served five years under her, I don't know. You deserve a medal, or a holiday or at least a cuddle from somebody.
Surfing Instructor: I like her hair. I wonder if the carpet matches her pubes.
Surfing Instructor: I'm going to give you a Hawaiian name... Peepyopee!
Darald: Let me just say that if God was a city planner he would not put a playground next to a sewage system!
Matthew: Oh ok, I'll just go fuck myself then.
Surfing Instructor: You sound like you're from London!
Aldous Snow: Look at my limo driver. I'm going to have sex with her. Alright!
Aldous Snow: Oh fuck me, this is a small resort.
Matthew: I just went from six to midnight.
Darald: Off to find the mythical clitoris!
Aldous Snow: I mean, I've heard that women do fake orgasms, but I've never seen it... It really, deeply upset me.
Rachel Jansen: Oh, come on, Peter. I can see your vagina from here!
Surfing Instructor: Come on out. Oh, the weather outside is weather...
Peter Bretter: Oh, wedding in Hawaii! Real original!
Darald: God put our mouths on our head for a reason. No!
Darald: You have Christ between your thighs... only with a shorter beard.
Model: Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. I just came. Uh. Uh. Uh.
Dwayne the Bartender: Why won't anybody go snorkeling with me?
Aldous Snow: Oh God, please take my eyes, but not the shirt!
Detective Hunter Rush: He was either stabbed in the aorta or it was his time of the month.
Aldous Snow: Thank you. What a lovely introduction... from an eccentric and confident young man.
Dwayne the Bartender: Snuffleupagous fucks my shit up!
Peter Bretter: I'm on Sex and the City..."Ahh, hi Miranda..." "Uhh, I'm Samantha... I have sex with everybody."
Peter Bretter: Good for you Peter, good for you.
Peter Bretter: You're like one of those women from Flavor of Love. 'I'm gonna kill you.'
Sarah Marshall: Oh, I'm Aldous Snow, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit...
Peter Bretter: Its not all about you, you know. People come here not just to follow you.
Rachel Jansen: You've got that magic newlywed dust all over you.
Aldous Snow: Yeah, I had a girl cheat on me once, with both Liam Gallagher and Noel Gallagher.
Surfing Instructor: # Oh the weather outside is weather... #
Surfing Instructor: When life gives you lemons, just say 'Fuck the lemons,' and bail.
Kemo: Are those sad tissues or happy tissues?
Aldous Snow: How you served five years under her, I don't know. You deserve a medal, or a holiday or at least a cuddle from somebody.
Surfing Instructor: I like her hair. I wonder if the carpet matches her pubes.
Surfing Instructor: I'm going to give you a Hawaiian name... Peepyopee!
Darald: Let me just say that if God was a city planner he would not put a playground next to a sewage system!
Matthew: Oh ok, I'll just go fuck myself then.
Surfing Instructor: You sound like you're from London!
Peter Bretter: She's having an orgasm!
Aldous Snow: Look at my limo driver. I'm going to have sex with her. Alright!
Aldous Snow: Oh fuck me, this is a small resort.
Matthew: I just went from six to midnight.
Darald: Off to find the mythical clitoris!
Aldous Snow: I mean, I've heard that women do fake orgasms, but I've never seen it... It really, deeply upset me.
Surfing Instructor: Come on out. Oh, the weather outside is weather...
Peter Bretter: Oh, wedding in Hawaii! Real original!
Surfing Instructor: # Oh the weather outside is weather... #
Aldous Snow: Oh fuck me, this is a small resort.
Rachel Jansen: Oh, come on, Peter. I can see your vagina from here!
Peter Bretter: Oh, wedding in Hawaii! Real original!
Darald: What's the state fish of Hawaii? Dwayne the Bartender: The Humuhumunukunukuapua'a. Yeah, bitch!
Aldous Snow: You're still involved with him next door, ain't ya? Sarah Marshall: Excuse me? Aldous Snow: You should've seen yourself at dinner, Sarah. Then you came back here and put on that ghastly performance. I mean I've heard that women do fake orgasms, but I've never seen one. It really deeply upset me. Sarah Marshall: You should've seen *yourself* at dinner. Sarah Marshall: "Oh, I'm Aldous Snow! Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Oh no drinks for me thanks. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!" Sarah Marshall: Sarah Marshall: And you know what? Let me tell you something about these tattoos, okay. That is Buddhist, that is Nordic, that is Hindu, that's just gibberish. They are completely conflicting ideologies, and that does not make you a citizen of the world, it makes you full of shit! Aldous Snow: Was that genuine or did you fake that? Right, I'm probably gonna clear off now. I'll have a little sleep for a few hours, then I'm probably gonna go in the morning. Okay. Sarah Marshall: I hate your music. Aldous Snow: Yeah, well I fucked the housekeeper, the other day.
Aldous Snow: Awful bloody film. I say, it's just a ridiculous premise. What would happen if your mobile phone killed you? Why would a mobile phone kill anyone? Doesn't make sense. How can a mobile phone have an agenda and kill people... Peter Bretter: I told her that when she read the script Aldous Snow: Yeah, you were the voice of reason, mate. Peter Bretter: I tried to be, but she didn't listen. Aldous Snow: Going around killing people. A mobile phone, like doing murders. Peter Bretter: Why couldn't you just take the battery out of the phone? Aldous Snow: Right. That's it. The battle's over. Peter Bretter: Yeah, we've won. Aldous Snow: I hated it. Sarah Marshall: Well, it's not for everyone, but it... Peter Bretter: No, it's ridiculous. Here's my favorite scene. Hello? Aldous Snow: Right. I could never happen. Sarah Marshall: It's a metaphor for addiction to technology. Rachel Jansen: For society, how we're reliant on technology. I get it. I'm with you. Aldous Snow: It's a metaphor for a crap movie.
Matthew: I have a question for you real quick Mr S, I was actually meaning to ask you, what did you exactly think of my demo? Did you get it? Did you get it? Aldous Snow: Oh no. I was gonna listen to that, but then I just carried on living my life. Matthew: Just not at all? Aldous Snow: No I didn't, because I've got my instincts and they weren't good. Matthew: Fuck you. Okay? Go fuck yourself. I can't yell right now, cause I'll get fired, and my boss ll' hear me, and then I won't be able to pay off my student loans, but you know what? You're an asshole. I fucking hate you. I bought all your records, this whole fucking time I've been trying to get you to come hang out with me. I'm gonna have people fuck with your food the rest of your trip! You fucking dick! Aldous Snow: I like him. That's quite moving.
Brian: You don't need to put your P in a V right now. Peter Bretter: No, I need to B my L on someone's T's.
Kemo: You can stop crying now. He's dead already. Peter Bretter: I'm not crying. *You* should stop crying. Kemo: I don't cry. I'm not a baby. Peter Bretter: Really? Because you look like a gigantic baby. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that at all.
Aldous Snow: Actually, Peter, I wanted to tell you, I was listening to Sarah's iPod the other day, and amidst the interminable dross that's on that thing, I found one track that I quite liked. So I checked what it was, and it was actually one of yours, and it kind of reminded me of a dark, gothic Neil Diamond. It's great. Peter Bretter: That's, like, exactly what I'm going for. Aldous Snow: Right, yeah. Peter Bretter: Fuck you're cool! It's so hard to say, because, like, I hate you in so many ways.
Sarah Marshall: Remember how we thought the killer masturbated before commiting his crimes? Detective Hunter Rush: Yes? Sarah Marshall: Take a look... Detective Hunter Rush: ...Looks like where he's going he'll need to know how to masturbate.
Peter Bretter: Is she coming this way? Rachel Jansen: Yep. Peter Bretter: I wish I wasn't wearing this fucking shirt.
Sarah Marshall: When were you planning on telling me this? Aldous Snow: I just told you, then. Sarah Marshall: Yeah. No, I know. But telling me now isn't really the same as telling me. Aldous Snow: Well, look, you know, I've not told you I've got genital herpes, because it's not inflamed at the moment...
Sarah Marshall: What do you think, Rush? Detective Hunter Rush: It's going to be hard for her to reenter the pageant... without a face.
Peter Bretter: I can see why Sarah likes you. Aldous Snow: No accounting for taste, I suppose, in her case, anyway. Peter Bretter: Well, she was with me for five years, so there you go. Aldous Snow: Yeah, you got four on me then, mate. Peter Bretter: You slept with Sarah a year ago? Aldous Snow: I thought you knew! Peter, please, don't take it seriously. Peter Bretter: What the fuck, man! You... Aldous Snow: Don't get offended by that. Peter Bretter: You can't be so casual about this! This isn't Europe, okay? There are rules here!
Peter Bretter: How are things going with the lady? Darald: Not awesome. She's complicated, like the Da Vinci Code, except harder to crack.
Sarah Marshall: Aldous... wake up. Aldous Snow: Sarah Marshall: Aldous... wake up... make love to me. Aldous Snow: Alright, you go on top though, cause I'm knackered.
