Oliver Barrett IV: Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Jennifer Cavalieri: You're gonna flunk out if you don't study.
Oliver Barrett IV: I am studying.
Jennifer Cavalieri: Bullshit. You're looking at my legs.
Oliver Barrett IV: You know, Jenny, you're not that great looking.
Jennifer Cavalieri: I know. But can I help it if you think so?
Jennifer Cavalieri: You look stupid and rich.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well, what if I'm smart and poor?
Jennifer Cavalieri: *I'm* smart and poor.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what makes you so smart?
Jennifer Cavalieri: I wouldn't go out for coffee with you that's what.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what if I wasn't even gonna ask you to go out for coffee with me?
Jennifer Cavalieri: Well that's what makes you stupid.
Phil Cavaleri: Amen.
Boy: It hasn't started yet.
Phil Cavaleri: How am I supposed to know? I've never been to a do-it-yourself wedding before.
Oliver Barrett IV: What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?
Oliver Barrett IV: See, I think you're scared. You put up a big glass wall to keep from getting hurt. But it also keeps you from getting touched. It's a risk, isn't it, Jenny? At least I had the guts to admit what I felt. Someday you're gonna have to come up with the courage to admit you care.
Jennifer Cavalieri: I care.