Jeremy Quotes in The Day After Tomorrow (2004)

Elsa: What've you got there?

Jeremy: The Gutenberg Bible... it was in the Rare Books Room.

Elsa: Think God's gonna' save you?

Jeremy: No... I don't believe in God.

Elsa: You're holding on to that Bible pretty tight.

Jeremy: I'm protecting it.

[pause as Elsa glances at J.D. throwing books on the fire]

Jeremy: This Bible... is the first book ever printed. It represents... the dawn of the Age of Reason. As far as I'm concerned, the written word is mankind's greatest achievement.

[Elsa gives a light snort]

Jeremy: You can laugh... but if Western Civilization is finished... I'm gonna' save at least one little piece of it.

Jeremy: Friedrich Nietzsche! We cannot burn Friedrich Nietzsche; he was the most important thinker of 19th Century!

Elsa: Oh, please! Nietzsche was a chauvinist pig, who was in love with his sister.

Jeremy: He was not a chauvinist pig.

Elsa: But he was in love with his sister.

Brian Parks: Uh... 'scuse me? You guys? Yeah... there's a whole section on tax law down here that we can burn.

Jeremy: I thought you said it was too dangerous to go outside

Sam Hall: I know I did.

Caracticus Potts: How was India?

Grandpa: India? I'll tell you something. I got up this morning and I shot an elephant in my pajamas.

Caracticus Potts, Grandpa, Jemima, Jeremy: How he ever got in my pajamas, I shall never know.

Grandpa: You've heard it before.

[they all laugh]

Jeremy: I'm so glad you came. It's much more fun with two grown-ups.

[laughs]

Jemima: Truly Scrumptious. You know, even if we didn't know your name, we could have guessed it.

Truly Scrumptious: Oh?

Jemima: You had to be called something lovely.

Jeremy: Like Yum-Yum!

Jemima: Or Angel Cake!

Jeremy: Or Toot Sweets!

Jemima: Yeah, Toot Sweets!

Truly Scrumptious: [laughs] Or Toot Sweets! Oh, no!

Caracticus Potts: Confounded woman! Who does she think she is? Coming in here and telling me how to raise my children! Do I need somebody to tell me how to raise my children? Do I? Hm? No, of course not. Of course not! Hm-hm. Where's my, uh, cardigan?

Jemima: Under your jacket.

Caracticus Potts: Under... Yes. Self-righteous busy body. Well, she won't be bothering us again.

Jemima: But I liked her.

Jeremy: So did I. She was very pretty.

Caracticus Potts: She certainly was. Do you think... Do you think your, uh, father's a... crackpot?

Jeremy: Your cardigan's inside out.

Caracticus Potts: Mm? Oh. Do you think I'm a lunatic, wasting my time on a lot of silly inventions?

Jemima: But they aren't silly! They're wonderful!

Jeremy: Nobody else can think of them.

Caracticus Potts: That's right! That is right! Nobody else can think of them.

Jemima: He's awful!

Jeremy: He's terrible!

Caracticus Potts: Not only that, he isn't even nice.

Truly Scrumptious: What's your name?

Jemima: I'm Jemima.

Jeremy: And I'm Jeremy.

Jemima: What's yours?

Truly Scrumptious: Truly.

Jemima: That's a very pretty name.

Truly Scrumptious: Now, where is your house?

Jeremy: Oh, we don't live in a house.

Jemima: We live in the castle on top of the hill.

Truly Scrumptious: [laughs] A castle? I didn't know there were any castles around here.

Jemima: Well, it isn't a castle exactly.

Jeremy: That's what Daddy calls it. He says King Alfred used to live there hundreds of years ago.

Truly Scrumptious: And does your Daddy know you aren't in school?

Jemima: Oh, he won't mind. He never does.

Jeremy: Anyway, he's awful busy.

Truly Scrumptious: Is he? Well, he'll have to find time to see me because I have a few things to say to him.

Caracticus Potts: And so, after that, Vulgaria became a free country, and all the children laughed and played in the sunshine, and they were very, very happy. And Chitty flew high over the mountains back to England, everybody safe and sound, and...

Jemima: And Daddy and Truly were married.

Jeremy: And lived happily ever after.

Jemima: Yes!

Truly Scrumptious: Is that how this story ends?

Caracticus Potts: [pauses] It's getting late. We better get back.

[Caractacus gets out to restart the car]

Truly Scrumptious: What an unusual car.

Jeremy: Daddy made it.

Truly Scrumptious: [laughs] Oh? And it actually goes?

Jemima: It's called Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Truly Scrumptious: That's a curious name for a motorcar.

Jemima: But that's the sound it makes. Listen.

Jeremy: Nasty, horrid, mean old lady!

Jemima: And very ugly!

[Baroness swoons]

Jeremy: I haven't found Miss Right yet, but when I do,

[sings]

Jeremy: the whole world will hear us singing!

Jeremy: If I was anywhere near a cat, I'd be sneezing my brains out. You see, I'm alergic to KAAAH!... I'm alergic to KAAY!... I'm alergic to...

[prolonged sneezing fit]

[repeated line]

Jeremy: Excuse me, pardon me.

Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy?

Jeremy: Shh! I'm being followed.

Mrs. Brisby: Followed?

Jeremy: A crazy lady with a hat! She has big teeth, she tied me up, and...

[Sees Mrs. Brisby's amulet]

Jeremy: Ooh! oh-oh-oooh! A sparkly!

Mrs. Brisby: What?

Jeremy: You're wearing a sparkly! Can I have it? Can I?

Mrs. Brisby: Pay attention.

Jeremy: [still mesmerized by the amulet] Wow.

Mrs. Brisby: I need you to get some string.

Jeremy: Str-ing...

Mrs. Brisby: To move the block.

Jeremy: Move... the block. Hey! I've got string! I've been saving them.

Mrs. Brisby: You do?

Jeremy: Oh, yes. Red ones, blue ones, green, yellow...

Mrs. Brisby: Good. Bring all the string you can.

Jeremy: Okay... that'll take all day.

Mrs. Brisby: Good! Get going.

Jeremy: Just thought I'd mention in passing... I've always wanted a sparkly of my very own.

Mrs. Brisby: Will you get going?

Jeremy: Oh! Excuse me, pardon me. Bye.

Jeremy: So... do you like me?

Mrs. Brisby: Of course I like you. Bye now!

[resumes her journey home]

Jeremy: No, i mean... um, i mean... you don't think I'm clumsy or anything?

[loses balance, falls through hole]

Jeremy: [needs something to impress a female crow he just met] Mrs. Briz! Mrs. Briz! Gimme the sparkly! I gotta have the sparkly! Mrs. B, I gotta have it! Girls can't resist sparklys! Oh, please? PLEEEEEEEZ?

Mrs. Brisby: I gave it to Justin.

Jeremy: Justin? Who the heck is Justin?

Mrs. Brisby: The leader of the rats!

Jeremy: [sarcastic] The leader of the rats. How could you do this to me? What'll I say? Mrs. B... what'll I do?

Mrs. Brisby: Just be, um... be athletic!

Jeremy: Ah, hah! That's right! Athletic...

[gets up and starts running back to female crow]

Jeremy: I'll just be a little athl... AHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH!

[trips over Cynthia]

Mrs. Brisby: If you're going to feather a nest, you've got a lot to learn about how to treat a lady.

Jeremy: Right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right. None of the girls I meet wanna get serious.

Mrs. Brisby: I doubt they'd survive.

Jeremy: I think I have real potential. I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?

Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy, you're stepping on my tail.

Jeremy: Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me.

Jeremy: Miss Briz! Oh, Briz! Where are you?

Mrs. Brisby: Over here.

Jeremy: [Arrives with bag of string] Well, here it is. I brought the whole nest. There's plenty more where this came from. I've got connections. Hey! Your house is moved. Oh, no! What am I gonna do with all this string?

Mrs. Brisby: You'll think of something.

Jeremy: [sigh] Ah, what's the use. What's a guy like me going to do with a love nest anyway?

[as he starts to leave Jeremy is knocked over by another crow]

Jeremy: Ow! Excuse me, pardon me.

Miss Right: Excuse me, pardon me.

Cynthia: Look mommy. Another turkey.

Auntie Shrew: You think the world owes you a living, right?

Jeremy: Right!

Auntie Shrew: Wrong!

Jeremy: Wrong! Oh!

Jeremy: Nice evening, huh? I told you you'd love flying.

Mrs. Brisby: I don't know how I let you talk me into this!

Jeremy: Hey, you were a girl once. Maybe you can teach me how to... you know, how to, uh...

Mrs. Brisby: Behave yourself?

Jeremy: I'm not that bad. I just need a few pointers to polish my style.

[trips and falls down]

Jeremy: Oof!

Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy, I've got to go home.

Jeremy: Uh, let me fly you home. We can talk on the way.

Mrs. Brisby: No, thank you. I'm afraid of heights.

Jeremy: All right, so we'll walk.

Jeremy: Hey, there's a cat out there!

Mrs. Brisby: Quiet! Does he see you?

Jeremy: No.

[whimpering]

Jeremy: Yes!

Mrs. Brisby: Stand perfectly still.

Jeremy: Everything's fine. He's headed right for us!

Mrs. Brisby: Don't panic. Fast or slow?

Jeremy: Medium. Make that fast, very fast - I have to go now...

Mrs. Brisby: You keep making all that noise, and Dragon's sure to hear you, if he hasn't already.

Jeremy: Wouldn't you sing too? I mean, if you felt...

[laughs]

Jeremy: if you felt the call of the wild?

Mrs. Brisby: I would not, if I knew there was a cat nearby.

Jeremy: But she's out there, somewhere. And when I find here, I'll feel it way down in my wish bone. I - -What cat?

Martin: Well, I guess we better untie him.

Teresa: Martin, I don't think...

Martin: Hey! Mom helped a crow in the field the day before yesterday.

Cynthia: He's trying to talk.

Teresa: He looks like a loony.

Martin: He even took her to see the Great Owl.

Teresa: So?

Martin: So this could be the same crow.

Jeremy: That's me! I'm the crow. Untie me quick. I can't stand it!

Teresa: What are you doing here?

Jeremy: Good question, but don't ask. The legs. The legs! The leeegs!

[Falls down]

Cynthia: Aw, the poor turkey fall down.

Jeremy: I'm not a turkey! Your mother...

Teresa: Where's our mother?

Martin: You black buzzard! Tell us where she is...

Jeremy: Stop tickling me!

Teresa: I'll tie you back up...

Jeremy: She went to see the rats!

Teresa: You took our mother to the rats?

Martin: I'm gonna go look.

Jeremy: No! Wait! the rats, good, Stay. They're coming here to move your house where it's safe! Understand? The Owl says they're good and smart! Get it?

Martin: You're right. He's a loony.

[Jeremy sneaks up behind her wearing a human blouse like a large hooded robe - he pulls the "hood" back]

Mrs. Brisby: [surprised] Jeremy!

Jeremy: Shhhh!

[whispering]

Jeremy: I'm in *disguise*!

[laughs]

Jeremy: You can't leave me here like this. There's a ca-cat... there's a ca-ca... he's very big, and he might... and he might... Ungh!

Auntie Shrew: Good! Good riddance. Teresa! Martin! That's the least you deserve.

Teresa: Auntie.

Auntie Shrew: There you are! Keep an eye on this hooligan, make sure he doesn't get away until I can get help. And as for you, you black buzzard, I wouldn't try anything. I shall return.

Jeremy: Well, uh, let me explain! Oh, what a lovely hat you're wearing!

Auntie Shrew: Don't you sweet-talk me!

Jeremy: Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!

John: Hello, there, blue people! Won't you join us? Hook up, and otherwise co-mingle? What do you say?

Chief Meanie: Max.

Max: Yes, your Blueness er, your newness?

Chief Meanie: It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go?

Max: Argentina?

John: Are you with us? Will you join?

Chief Meanie: Shall we?

Max: [nodding] No!

Chief Meanie: [threatening] Aargh!

Max: [hastily] N-n-y-y-y-y-Yes, your Newness!

Chief Meanie: Yes, Max!

Jeremy: Yes! Ah, yes is a word with a glorious ring! A true universal utopious thing! Engenders embracing and chasing of blues, the very best word for the whole world to use!

Chief Meanie: Yes, let us mix, Max. I've never admitted it before, but my cousin is the blue bird of happiness!

George: Ok, men all aboard. Lets go somewhere.

Ringo: [Indicating Jeremy] What about him?

John: He's happy enough going around in circles.

Ringo: Aw, poor little fellow.

Paul: I don't know. Ringo's just a sentamentalist.

Ringo: Aw, look at him. Can't he come with us?

[he goes over to Jeremy]

Ringo: Hey, Mr Boob! You can come with us if you like.

Jeremy: You mean you'd take a nowhere man?

Ringo: Yeah, come on. We'll take you somewhere.

[Jeremy is writing with his foot]

Jeremy: The footnotes for my nineteenth book. This is my standard procedure for doing it. And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it!

George: A boob for all seasons.

Paul: How can he lose?

John: Were your notices good?

Jeremy: It's my policy never to read my reviews.

George: Do you speak English?

Jeremy: Old English, Middle, Dialect, Pure.

Paul: Well, do you speak English?

Jeremy: You know, I'm not sure.

Ringo: He's so smart he doesn't even remember what he knows!

Effy: I wanna tell you a story. Its about...

William: Whats going on?

Effy: Telling him a story about Skagen. It's in the north of the country where the two oceans meet.

Jeremy: I heard of this place.

William: I went there once with my mother.She was sad because her boyfriend left.And I was sad because I had a fight with my best friend.So she brought me to the end of the beach, and then she pointed to the right where the Baltic Sea is.

Jeremy: I knew that

William: Yeah, from Risk

Effy: So it's a very beautiful and very blue sea.The waves travel west.

William: Current

Effy: What?

William: Current travels west, not waves.

Effy: So the current travels west, and she pointed to the left. Also a very beautiful blue sea, but the current travels east. And then she pointed to the middle,and she said that... that is the perfect relationship. You can look to the left, and you can look to the right,and both seas are there, and they can meet in the middle,but they never lose themselves in each other.They're always themselves no matter what.

Jeremy: Hope I haven't given you AIDS, Sophie.

Louise: Jesus Christ.

Sophie: Are you serious?

Jeremy: I was merely jesting.

Louise: Very funny.

Jeremy: I think AIDS is rather healthy in its way.

Louise: You what?

Jeremy: I realise that's not the fashionable thing to say, of course.

Louise: No, it's not.

Jeremy: But the world is over crowded, isn't it? It does need a little pruning.

Sophie: You fuckin' better be joking?

Jeremy: You've got wonderful breasts.

Masseuse: Don't you mean "tits"?

Jeremy: Are they both the same size, or is one bigger than the other?

Masseuse: I don't know. D'you want to weigh them?

Jeremy: [waitress pops champagne cork] Is that a proposition?

Masseuse: No, it's a threat... Are you rich?

Jeremy: [messily eating fried chicken] Life is for enjoying.

Masseuse: What about family? Have you got any brothers or sisters?

Jeremy: I try not to remember.

Masseuse: You're sexually frustrated, aren't you?

Jeremy: [chortles and snickers]

Masseuse: What's funny?

Jeremy: Are you a feminist?

Masseuse: No.

Jeremy: Do you like fucking?

Masseuse: Do you like wanking?

Jeremy: Not on my own, no.

Jeremy: [licks his fingers]

Jeremy: Was your tattoo painful?

Sophie: Yeah.

Jeremy: Good.

Jeremy: You're very beautiful, aren't you?

Sophie: Am I?

Jeremy: In a quirky sort of way.

Jeremy: I want to be your wife and I want you to be my husband... so bad... so... Will you marry me?

Jeremy: [Referring to Ned not being able to go through with a 3-way with a man and a woman] Just because you're straight doesn't mean you're homophobic.

Ned: [Feeling ashamed of himself] I don't know, maybe I should have tried harder.

Jeremy: The first step toward happiness is always the hardest.

Henry Carter: Who said that?

Jeremy: *You* did.

Employer: Who is that guy?

Jeremy: He's my godbrother.

Jeremy: My mother raised me to be polite.

Amy: She didn't do a very good job.

Jeremy: [looking at a reflection of Nadine changing] That's a nice little mole you have on your left cheek.

Jeremy: [Reading the letter he has just written Ruth in his head] Like a leaf falling from a tree, I fell for you. Gradual. Then suddenly. My insides melt. Your eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth. Everything leading to now. In the lake, my shattered reflection. The million pieces of heartbrak. Be still, then, passion. She has turned away, like the winter. My hibernating love. As it warms, the clear shafts of sunlight penetrate your moist fanny with my stiff, meaty love-rocket.

Jeremy: [gasps] Fucking bitch!

Jeremy: You know, they do anything to be in a position at your age.

Art: I know. That's why I am volunteering. Giving my time, to help the community.

Art: I want my personal therapist here during any formal discussion.

Jeremy: You have a personal therapist?

Jeremy: So why do you stay in Brooklyn?

Eliot: Queens. I stay in Queens.

Jeremy: Oh, right. Sorry. It's just that your friends... they're like those guys in movies that are always from Brooklyn, you know? The Bronx.

[Eliot gets up to leave]

Jeremy: Why do you keep running away from me? There's nothing to be afraid of.

Eliot: I know that. I'm not running away from you - I don't like you. I don't like what you say, and I don't like the way you talk about my friends. I know what you're thinking: here's this poor, repressed faggot from the boroughs who needs to get laid, and you know what? You're right. But I don't like you. I am simply incapable of tolerating your bullshit. Now, if you follow me back into that party, I'm gonna tear off your arm and beat you down the fucking street with it. Goodbye, and goodnight.

Jeremy: Get up you schmuck!

C.I.A. Director: What do you think of the girl?

Jeremy: I think she's fuckin' smart.

C.I.A. Director: We're all smart, Jeremy.

John: [reading through the contract drawn up by Jeremy] Do you want to elaborate on the "Verification" clause?

Jeremy: Verification? That means you pay even if the relationship isn't consummated.

John: You mean if I'm impotent?

Jeremy: It's important for a lawyer to cover contingencies.

John: I can live with that. The "John Garfield Clause"?

Jeremy: That's if you die in the act.

John: I have no problem with that either. Could I have your pen?

[signs contract]

John: You're pretty good, you know.

Jeremy: Thank you.

John: You should come and work for me.

Jeremy: Ooh!

Jeremy: [on the phone] Let me get this straight. He offered you a million dollars for a night with your wife? As in *your* wife Diana? And you agreed to it? I don't know what to say. How could you do something like that? *How could you negotiate without me?* Never negotiate without your lawyer. Never! For a woman like Diana I could have gotten you at least two million. Obviously, you don't want to get screwed, and then... screwed!

Jeremy: For a million bucks *I'd* sleep with him.

[David glares at him]

Jeremy: ... Maybe not.

Jeremy: Davy, she says she doesn't want the money.

David: Well, I don't want the money either.

Jeremy: ...I'll take it. I mean, nobody else wants it.

John: [to his class] Even a common ordinary brick wants to be something more than it is - wants to be something better than it is. And that is what we must be... See you on Friday.

Jeremy: A brick wants to be something, huh? I bet it doesn't want to be a lawyer.

Jeremy: OK, David, before we go any further, let's get the moral issue out of the way.

David: Leave that to us.

Jeremy: No, I was referring to my fee. I get five percent.

Jeremy: We aren't the kind of people who make mistakes, are we?

[last lines]

Alistair Ryle: Could have been a mistake.

Jeremy: People like us don't make mistakes, do we?

Jeremy: People like us don't make mistakes, do we?

Jeremy: Maybe you've got it in you to do something special one day. And I'd rather you'd be doing it in my camp than somebody else's.

[hands Alistair his card]

Jeremy: I'm not just offering you a better lawyer, Alistair, I am offering you a future.

Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the Blueberry Pie?

Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the Blueberry Pie, just people make other choices. You can't blame the Blueberry Pie, it's just... no one wants it.

Elizabeth: Wait! I want a piece.

Katya: Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?

Jeremy: Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya.

Elizabeth: Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out.

Jeremy: No. No, I couldn't do that.

Elizabeth: Why not?

Jeremy: If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn't be up to me to decide, should it?

Elizabeth: I guess I'm just looking for a reason.

Jeremy: From my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing, and other times there's no reason to be found.

Elizabeth: Everything has a reason.

Jeremy: Hmm. It's like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished... but there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.

Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?

Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just... people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie, just... no one wants it.

Jeremy: A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer and was over by the following spring. In between, there were as many unhappy nights as there were happy days. Most of them took place in this café. And then one night, a door slammed and the dream was over.

[reading Benjamin's comments]

Jeremy: There I am. "Nearly brilliant." Nearly. Fucker.

Jeremy: Peter.

Peter: Um... Jeremy.

Jeremy: So how many people are on this list?

Peter: There are a number of names...

Jeremy: Lemme see it. If the man believed in privacy you wouldn't be here.

Peter: Are you allowed to smoke in here?

Jeremy: [takes a drag] No. So are you and he...? 'Cause I know Benjamin. Could this be the new "Peter Period"? Look, you don't have to tell me anything, but the man's a sick fuck to send you out on an errand like this.

Peter: I thought it might be a laugh, actually, but...

Jeremy: But.

Jeremy: Benjamin can make you feel like you're the only man in the world when you're with him. That's what makes his work so good.

Peter: But you're never the only one.

Jeremy: Know what you should do? You should fuck them, and I mean that literally, fuck them all for revenge.

Peter: That's more Benjamin's style than mine.

Jeremy: What are you doing later? I'm going to a party at Diana Lee's house. You should come.

Peter: Diana Lee? You mean the actual Diana Lee? What time?

Jeremy: Ten o'clock. And if you're looking for other ways to get back at Benjamin, there's always after the party.

Sam: You don't really think you talked to God right?

Jeremy: No. I listened.

Jeremy: Believe it or not, the first time I tried drugs was 39 days ago. I figured, why beat around the bush, so I came home and dropped acid.

Sam: How was that experience?

Jeremy: I saw God.

Sam: Guess it was pretty good then.

Jeremy: He said only one sentence out loud. Do this one small thing, and all your sins shall be forgotten. The time I slapped Joanna, the time I called my Mom a bitch, even the time I beat off in the confessional..."Do this one small act."

Jeremy: I'm onto you.

[Brigitte looks up at him before going back to her book - he takes one off the shelf and pretends to read it]

Jeremy: You come in here late at night, you stay until all the other avid readers are gone. You're attracted to me but you fear rejection. So you bide your time just kind of waiting for that perfect moment.

[slams book shut]

Jeremy: Don't worry, I've been dealing with this all my life... I'm kidding.

Brigitte: [half smiles, gets to feet, and gets her book together. Walks past him] Your fly's open.

Jennifer: When were you born, Jeremy?

Jeremy: When uh, September 22, 1989.

Jennifer: And where were you on September 22, 1989?

Jeremy: Here.

Jennifer: So you were born in space and time.

Jeremy: Is there any other way?

Jennifer: And when are you leaving this world?

Jeremy: What?

Jennifer: You're not staying here forever, when are you leaving?

Jeremy: I don't know, I don't wanna know.

Jennifer: Ah. You don't want to know. I don't want to know either.

Jeremy: Yeah, it's just creepy.

Jennifer: A little learning is a dangerous thing.

Jennifer: You go swimming?

Jeremy: No, but I'll watch you go swimming.

Billy Baker: Well, how many bad men are you supposed to chase if you're a deputy?

Jeremy: I guess five a week or so.

Billy Baker: It seems like you'd run out of people in town to chase.

Jeremy: Nah, there's always new ones to chase. My pa says decent people live on farms. Anybody who lives in town is a thief or makes their living off what they steal.

Jeremy: This - This is - This is impossible!

Sam: What? The fireworks?

Jeremy: No. The tesseracts!

[At Randy's party, Jeremy loses his glasses]

Sam: [leans over and hands them to him]

Jeremy: Right under my nose.

[holding out her $20]

Jeremy: I wanted to buy your lunch.

Sam: That's sweet.

Jeremy: I don't usually come to these kind of things.

Sam: So, uh, why'd you come to this one?