Anna Scott: You know what they say about men with big feet.
William: No, I don't, actually. What's that?
Anna Scott: Big feet... large shoes.

Anna Scott: I've been on a diet everyday since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not so nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. And every time I get my heartbroken the newspapers splash it about as thought it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this.
Honey: Really
Anna Scott: And one day, not long from now, my looks will go. They will discover I can't act, and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for awhile.

Bella: William just turned down Anna Scott.
Spike: You daft prat.

Anna Scott: After all...I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Spike: I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins.

William: I enjoyed the movie very much. I was just wondering, did you ever consider having more horses in it?
Anna Scott: Well, we would have liked to. But it was difficult, obviously, being set in outer space.

Bernie: I'm sorry I am so late. Bollocksed up at work again, I fear. Millions down the drain.

Honey: Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it's possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I'm failing 100%. I absolutely and totally and utterly adore you and I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world and more importantly I genuinely believe and have believed for some time now that we can be best friends. What do YOU think?

Keziah: No thanks, I'm a fruitarian.
Max: I didn't realize that.
William: And, ahm: what exactly is a fruitarian?
Keziah: We believe that fruits and vegetables have feeling so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen off a tree or bush - that are, in fact, dead already.
William: Right. Right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots...
Keziah: Have been murdered, yes.
William: Murdered? Poor carrots. How beastly!

Max: You haven't slept with her, have you?
William: That is a cheap question and the answer is, of course, no comment.
Max: "No comment" means "yes."
William: No it doesn't.
Max: Do you ever masturbate?
William: DEFINITELY no comment.
Max: You see? It means "yes."

William: Whoopsidaisies!
Anna Scott: What did you say?
William: Nothing.
Anna Scott: Yes you did.
William: No I didn't.
Anna Scott: You said "whoopsidaisies."
William: I don't think so. No one says "whoopsidaisies," do they? Unless they're--
Anna Scott: There's no "unless." No one has said "whoopsidaisies" for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets.
William: Exactly. Here we go again.
[He falls off the fence again.]
William: Whoopsidaisies. It's a disease I've got. It's a clincial thing. I'm taking pills and having injections. It won't last long.

William: It's as if I've taken love heroin, and now I can't ever have it again.

Anna Scott: Can I stay for a while?
William: You can stay forever.

William: I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are.
Anna Scott: I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Anna Scott: I can't believe you have that picture on your wall.
William: You like Chagall?
Anna Scott: I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky.
William: With a goat playing the violin.
Anna Scott: Yes - happiness wouldn't be happiness without a violin-playing goat.

Bella: William just turned down Anna Scott.
Spike: You daft prick.

Anna Scott: Rita Hayworth used to say, "They go to bed with Gilda; they wake up with me."
William: Who's Gilda?
Anna Scott: Her most famous part. Men went to bed with the dream; they didn't like it when they would wake up with the reality. Do you feel that way?
William: You are lovelier this morning than you have ever been.

William: I live in Notting Hill; you live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are; my mother has troubles remembering my name.

Max: Let's face facts, this was always a no-win situation. Anna's a goddess, you know what happens to mortals who get involved with gods.
William: Buggered, is it?
Max: Every time.