Bridget Jones's Diary

— So, how about a drink at my place? Totally innocent, no funny business, just full sex.
— No. I should get a taxi. But thank you for the lovely dinner.

— Yes, why is it there are so many unmarried women in their 30s these days, Bridget?
— I don't know. I suppose it doesn't help that underneath our clothes, our entire bodies are covered in scales.

— Bridget, you should know that there are lots of prospects here for a talanted person... for a person who, you know, perhaps for personal reasons, has been slightly overlooked professionally.
— Thank you, Daniel. That is very good to know, but if staying here means working within 10 yards of you, franckly, I'd rather have a job wiping saddam Hussein's ass.