By the way, your tits look exceptional in that dress.
Thanks. That's why I bought it.
Oh, love the way it hugs your ass, too.
That's really sweet of you to notice.
Holidate (2020) · 23 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in Holidate (2020): in 11 of its 23 quotes
Most scenes with: Sloane (8)
You had me at Lester.
By the way, your tits look exceptional in that dress.
Thanks. That's why I bought it.
Oh, love the way it hugs your ass, too.
That's really sweet of you to notice.
Bye, Felicia!
It's Felicity.
Our hands touched.
Holy shit. D'use protection?
So I guess we might have...
You're wearing my underwear.
Well, that doesn't... mean anything. I... probably got cold in the night... after my... panties fell... off. [he spies panties, grabs them, and ducks behind a tall-backed chair to change]
Ah, come on. You must be able to tell somehow.
Tell how?
I don't know. I don't have a vagina.
Well, there's no forensic evidence, nothing's dried on my leg. There's no... wrapper on the floor, if that's what you're wondering. [throws his underwear at him]
Okay.
Can't YOU tell?
I mean, he looks a little tired, but... I don't think he's really satisfied.
I'm telling you we didn't do it. One of us would for sure be able to tell.
Sweet. Let's go with that.
I don't eat that crap. Do you know what that does to your body?
Yeah. It fills me with warm, delicious happiness. Like Christmas used to, before I realized Santa was a big scam.
Yeah. Christmas peaked for me at about ten. I got a surfboard and my first complete set of golf clubs.
Hmm.
It was good.
My best Christmas... was a Barbie Dream House, preassembled, and a ventriloquist puppet named Lester. He looked like :Jaleel White.
Hmm?
I sort of had a thing for Urkel. I spent months learning to throw my voice.
Well, come on, let's hear it.
No.
Excuse me. I bought you a free pretzel. So, you owe me an Urkel. Come on. Come on.
Nice.
Human beings aren't meant to be alone on the holidays. W-we actually need, you know, warmth, companionship, and someone to drunk-mock strangers with at parties.
I do enjoy drunk-mocking strangers at parties
Well, then, this is perfect. We can be each other's holidate for New Year's Eve.
Yeah, well, that's what makes it perfect. 'Cause there's no pressure. There's no expectations. I mean... I don't even think I find you that attractive.
Wow! Calm down with the flattery.
She doesn't need another friend. She needs a husband, a partner, someone who is legally bound to be there during the chemo.
What chemo?
Oh, honey, don't kid yourself. You have bad genes - and bald women don't really get a lot of dates.
You have nothing to worry about, okay? Sloane is a great girl - even bald.
Then why aren't you sleeping with her?
I-I don't do drugs.
And you call yourself a professional athlete?
Hey, if it's any consolation, I spent my holiday in an ugly Christmas sweater sipping mocktails with a room full of people who I think were in a cult.
I'll see your ugly Christmas sweater and raise you a seat at the kids table, my little brother getting engaged, and catching my aunt getting her cookie licked by a mall Santa.
That's a... festive visual.
Seared into my brain like a bad tattoo.
Thank you.
Hmm.
I owe you.
That's better. Now, I'll take my hand job in the parking lot, thank you.
Oh, a hand job. What are you, like, twelve?
You gave hand jobs at twelve?
I developed early.