#anne heche

Quinn: How do you want it?

Robin: Excuse me?

Quinn: Do you want it sugar-coated, or right between the eyes?

Robin: You Pick.

Quinn: We got no landing gear, so we can’t take off. Lightning fried the radio, so we can’t call for help. AirSea will try a rescue mission but without a beacon to hone in on it’s like trying to find a flea on an elephant’s ass. The only thing we got is this flare gun with a single flare.

Robin: Is it too late to get it sugar coated?

Quinn: That was sugar-coated.

He can dish it out, but he just can't take it.

  • Robin Monroe: What are you looking at?
  • Quinn Harris: Nothing.
  • Robin Monroe: Something.
  • Quinn Harris: Nothing.
  • Robin Monroe: Oh, don't give me that, you were ogling.
  • Quinn Harris: Ogling? Let me ask you something. When you go into a department store to buy something like that what do you say to the clerk 'give me that outfit so no one will look at me?'
  • Robin Monroe: No, I like people looking - just not you.
  • Quinn Harris: If it makes you feel any better you're not my type.
  • Robin Monroe: Oh good, why?
  • Quinn Harris: Why?
  • Robin Monroe: Yeah, you know, I'm making conversation. Why?
  • Quinn Harris: You talk too much. You're opinionated. You're stubborn, sarcastic, and stuck up! Your ass is too narrow and your tits are too small.
  • Robin Monroe: Hey, you wanna know why you're not my type?
  • Quinn Harris: Nope.