Patrick Verona

— Can you do me a favor?
— Yes.
— Don't break my heart, ok?
— Sure. But can I ask you for a favor?
— What favor?
— Don't break up with me.
— Ok.

— Wow. And I thought school was bad in the daytime.
— What do you think will happen first, a conga line or the Electric Slide?
— Pretty sure I feel the"Macarena" coming on.

— Why are people scared of you?
— Why are people scared of you?
— People are not scared of me.
— Sure they are. That's why I find you interesting.

— Why you got to be like that, baby?
— Don't call me baby. I don't like it.
— You are my baby...

— ... I didn't bail on you. I got arrested.
— Oh, and here I thought you were just a jerk. Turns out you're also a criminal!
— I didn't even do anything. The charges were dropped. So let it go.
— Don't.
— Then what do you want from me?
— Nothing. I've seen red flags from you ever since I met you. In fact, you look like Communist China!
— What the hell am I doing here? It's like talking to a brick wall. You make up your mind, and that's that!
— Don't turn this around on me. I didn't do anything wrong.
— Oh, of course not. You're perfect.
— I am not.
— Have fun up here in your perfect world all by your perfect self.

Patrick and Catherine came to the dance. All couples dance a slow dance.
— I'd hardly call this dancing. These kids are just dry-humping to music.
— In that case, care to dance?

Catherine comes into her room after a shower with a basket of laundry in her hands, and Patrick is lying on her bed.
— Hi.
Catherine drops the basket in fright.
— Oh my God, you scared the bejesus out of me.
Patrick gets out of bed and walks over to Catherine.
— I missed you.
— What are you... What are you doing here?
— Aren't you going to say hello?
Patrick pulls Catherine to him and kisses her.
— Hello. You've got to go now. If my dad finds you here, he'll send me to convent, and I have a real problem with organized religion.

— I need you to show something.
— Careful. That's borderline sexual harassment.
— Oh, borderline? Clearly I'm not working hard enough.

— You're obsessed with me.
— Mmm..
— ... Seriously, it's okay if you're obsessed with me. Just admit it.