With Honors Quotes

Monty: Why did you say that I was a loser?

Simon Wilder: Winners forget they're in a race, they just love to run. You try too hard.

Simon Wilder: Women. Ain't they perfect?

Monty: Not always.

Simon Wilder: Yes, they are, they're perfect. Don't matter if they're skinny, fat, blond or blue. If a woman is willing to give you her love, Harvard, it's the greatest gift in the world. Makes you taller, makes you smarter, makes your teeth shine. Boy, oh, boy, women are perfect.

Courtney: [after Monty kisses her] What are you doing?

Monty: I'm ending our friendship.

[kisses her again]

Courtney: Hey Everett, can I borrow a condom?

Everett: No, but you can have one.

[Courtney pulls out a whole string of condoms]

Everett: Endurance test?

Courtney: More like pop quiz.

Simon Wilder: You asked the question, sir, now let me answer it. The beauty of the Constitution is that it can always be changed. The beauty of the Constitution is that it makes no set law other than faith in the wisdom of ordinary people to govern themselves.

Proffesor Pitkannan: Faith in the wisdom of the people is exactly what makes the Constitution incomplete and crude.

Simon Wilder: Crude? No, sir. Our "founding parents" were pompous, white, middle-aged farmers, but they were also great men. Because they knew one thing that all great men should know: that they didn't know everything. Sure, they'd make mistakes, but they made sure to leave a way to correct them. The president is not an "elected king," no matter how many bombs he can drop. Because the "crude" Constitution doesn't trust him. He's just a bum, okay Mr. Pitkannan? He's just a bum.

Simon Wilder: Which door do I leave from?

Proffesor Pitkannan: At Harvard we don't end our sentences with prepositions.

Simon Wilder: Okay. Which door do I leave from, asshole?

Simon Wilder: Hey, you know what the greatest nation in the world is?

Donation Student: Well I hope it's the USA.

Simon Wilder: Wrong. It's donation.

Everett: Oh sure, you're a mechanic?

Simon Wilder: No, I'm a Zen Buddhist, but that's close enough.

Simon Wilder: How many bottles of that wine would you be willing to give me to fix it?

Everett: To get this thing running? Six.

Simon Wilder: Eight.

Everett: Seven.

Simon Wilder: Eight.

Everett: Okay, nine, but that's my final offer.

Simon Wilder: Didn't you used to run a saving and loan?

Simon Wilder: Is this a lover's quarrel? Maybe I should leave.

Courtney: We're not lovers, we're roommates and we respect each others' space.

Simon Wilder: You respect each others' empty air? That's very profound for a couple of Harvard students.

Social Security Clerk: DOB?

Simon Wilder: EFGHIJ.

Social Security Clerk: I'm going to ask again, do you have evidence of birth?

Simon Wilder: I'm sittin' here ain't I lady? What do you think, I happened by spontaneous combustion?

[Jeffrey walks in on Simon using the toilet]

Jeffrey: Holy Shit!

Simon Wilder: You think so? Looks like the regular garden variety to me.

Simon Wilder: When it comes to relationships, everyone's a used car salesman. L

Monty: Is that your philosophy? Don't trust anyone.

Simon Wilder: No, you've got to trust people. But you can't believe in the warranty.

[Courtney is in the shower calling Monty to come and speak with her]

Everett: Monty? Moonnty? Go get her, Monty, go get her!

[Courtney is shaving her legs with his razor]

Monty: I never wanted to be a razor so bad in all my life.

Monty: Simon wrote his own obituary, and he asked me to read it. "Simon B. Wilder bit it on Wednesday."

[they laugh]

Monty: "He saw the world out of the porthole of a leaky freighter, was a collector of memories, and interrupted a lecture at Harvard. In 50 years on earth he did only one thing he regretted. He is survived by his family: Jeff Hawks, who always remembers to flush; Everett Calloway, who knows how to use words; Courtney Blumenthal, who is strong, and also knows how to love; and by Montgomery Kessler, who will graduate life with honor, and without regret."

Simon Wilder: [quoting Walt Whitman] "To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy."

Marty: Would you like to dance?

Monty: [to Simon] Maybe you shouldn't...

Simon Wilder: Let's not go overboard with this "staying alive" junk.

Simon Wilder: You asked a question sir, let me answer it! The genius of the Constitution is that it can always be changed. The genius of the Constitution is that it makes no permanent rule other than its faith in the wisdom of ordinary people to govern themselves.

Proffesor Pitkannan: Faith in the wisdom of the people is exactly what makes the Constitution incomplete and crude!

Simon Wilder: Crude? No, sir. Our "founding parents" were pompous, middle-aged white farmers, but they were also great men. Because they knew one thing that all great men should know: that they didn't know everything. They knew they were gonna make mistakes, but they made sure to leave a way to correct them. They didn't think of themselves as leaders. They wanted a government of citizens not royalty. A government of listeners not lecturers. A government that could change, not stand still. The president isn't an "elected king," no matter how many bombs he can drop. Because the "crude" Constitution doesn't trust him. He's a servant of the people. He's a bum, okay Mr. Pitkannan? He's just a bum. And the only bliss he is searching for is freedom and justice.