For A Smile.

To the movies that make us laugh...

Zoolander:
Zoolander: "Well I guess it all started the first time I went through second grade. I caught my reflection in a spoon while I was eating my cereal and I remember thinking--"Wow, you're ridiculously good looking, maybe you could do that for a career."
Matilda: "Do what for a career?"
Zoolander: "Be professionally good looking!"

Wedding Crashers:
Jeremy Grey: "Wow. Mr. Environmental is also a hunter. That's an interesting combination."
Sack Lodge: "I hunt quail, Jeremy. They're overpopulated in this region and they're decimating the grubworm population. You got a {insert inappropriate word here} problem with that?"
Jeremy Grey: "Not as much as I do with your attire, or just your general point of view towards everybody here. But hey, lets go kill some birds. I'm psyched."

Orange County:
Firefighter: "What's your name?"
Lance: "Uh, Joe...John...uh, Joe-John"
Firefighter: "You're name's Joe-John?"
Lance: "John-ston, Johnston. Joe."
Firefighter: "You wanna tell me what happened here?"
Lance: "Uh, there was a fire. I dunno, I came by and it's ...checkin out of the fire..."
Firefighter: "Well that lady, Mona? She said that you two were in the building together when the fire started."
Lance: "Yeah, she's a liar, cuz I dunno her so whatever, whatever she says is a lie..."
Firefighter: "K, so you're saying you weren't in the building with that woman?"
Lance: "No, not I! Alright, she started it alright? Because she was like, "I hate my job, I'm gonna burn this mother down!" And I said, "You better not...you better not!"
Firefighter: "...She said it was an electrical fire."
Lance: "It was. It was a total electrical fire, it was like uh, the switches had sparks coming out and the sockets and ...it was like the 4th of July man!"
Firefighter: "Why aren't you wearing your pants, Joe?"
Lance: "I tripped, and uh then I had to take 'em off to run faster out of the flames... *coughing* I think I inhaled some smoke, will you excuse me one second, I'll be right back."
*runs away into the background"
Firefighter: "*into walkie talkie* We got a sprinter. Five foot five, no pants, unkempt...portly."