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Lizzie: Good thing you didn’t get the wrong window.
Peter: I did, but your dad’s a very quick shag.
Peter: My parents are still together, which proves that love isn’t just blind, it’s bloody stupid.
Peter: Well, most of the time. A part of me was afraid my life would be over if I wasn’t playing tennis. The truth is, it was really just beginning. Oh, and by the way, Lizzie did win the US Open. And Wimbledon. Twice.
Peter: You really are a wanker!
Carl: Harsh… but fair.
Dennis: Look, Peter, I got nothing against ya personally, you seem like a nice guy and ah…
Peter: Oh, good.
Dennis: I’m not an idiot, I know Lizzie likes to have her fun, keeps her relaxed, if you were just another easy… Y’know, well that would be one thing but you’re not, are you?
Peter: As matter of fact, I was incredibly easy.
Dieter: And like all young men, he must first be taught the lesson of humility.
Lizzie: Go out there and decide who you are.
Peter: Who might that be?
Lizzie: It might be a winner.
Lizzie: My parents got divorced when I was 13. My mom was always on the road trying to become a singer.
Peter: What went wrong?
Lizzie: She couldn’t sing.
Lizzie: Love means nothing in tennis. Zero. It only means you lose.
Peter: I thought you’d gone.
Lizzie: Me too. Having a tough day?
Peter: Oh you know, disastrous.
Lizzie: Except for the fact you didn’t go gooey when the ballboy got hit.
Peter: Yeah. Sorry.
Lizzie: Why are you British apologizing all the time? Don’t apologize to me, I love you. Apologize to all the fans out there who are rooting for you.
Peter: What did you say?
Lizzie: I said all those people…
Peter: No, before that.
Lizzie: I said I love you.
Peter: Well, that’s very good news. I thought I was all alone in the love department.
Lizzie: It turns out you’ve got company.