Hilary: [on the phone] Okay, that would be fantastic. All right. Also, I want to send a box of the fancy chocolate-covered pretzels to a Mr. Patrick Swayze. Right. And the card should read: "Pat, saw these and immediately thought of you. Love, Hilary. XXX." Okay, now, send the same thing to Kevin Costner, Michelle Pfeiffer and Sting. Great, thanks. [hangs up] Well, that takes care of the A-list. Now, should I send the box of pears or the meat thermometer to Steve Guttenberg?
Will: Hilary, I hate to inject some reality into these proceedings but who you trying to fool, baby?
Hilary: What do you mean?
Will: Hilary, you always walk around fronting like you know all these famous people. You don't know nobody.
Hilary: God, Will, you are so jaded and skeptical. You remind me so much of Judd Nelson.

Ashley: Will, don't you have anything better to do with Christmas vacation than writing a silly letter?
Will: Well, what are you gonna do with your vacation? Are you gonna play with your friends?
Ashley: I wish I had someone to play with but every year my friends all go out of town and I'm stuck here all alone.
Will: Ashley, you can still do something to have fun while you're here.
Ashley: I'm going to. I've decided to learn a new word every day.
Will: Ashley, that's boring.
Ashley: Really? I think it's very autodidactic.

Will: Hold up. You guys going to a Christmas party?
Vivian: Well, it's just an office Christmas party.
Will: Man, I remember our Christmas parties back in Philly. The building would be filled with the sounds of Christmas. Jingle bells and singing and laughing. Then at the end of the evening, the traditional police sirens. Those were the days.