Summer Hartley Quotes in Definitely, Maybe (2008)


Summer Hartley Quotes:

  • Summer Hartley: Dumped me for a sophomore. Told me it was for my own good.

    Will Hayes: Everybody seems to be using that line these days.

  • Will Hayes: [hands Summer a bouquet of flowers] These are for you.

    Summer Hartley: Oh, Will! Oh, they're beautiful. So are you.

    Will Hayes: Summer. Don't mess with me. I can see where you're going with this. In a second you're going to say something impossibly charming.

    Summer Hartley: Really?

    Will Hayes: Yeah, it's gonna be great. And then you're gonna sweep me off my feet, and we all know where that's going.

    Summer Hartley: [laughing] Can't a girl miss a guy?

    Will Hayes: Yeah she can, but I just don't really have time for the pain.

  • [about an article Summer has written about Will's boss]

    Will Hayes: There's one part that kinda bothered me. "William Hayes, Robredo's chief speech writer, is both intense and boyishly handsome." *Boyishly*?

    Summer Hartley: Yeah, you know I originally wrote "William Hayes has seductive eyes and the intriguing looks of someone whose clothes you want to rip from his very body", but the editor made me change it.

    Will Hayes: There's just no room for truth in journalism.

  • [about Hampton Roth]

    Summer Hartley: He died last year. You heard?

    Will Hayes: I read about it in the Times. Died in his office. Heart attack?

    Summer Hartley: Yeah.

    Will Hayes: I always imagined that he'd make a more theatrical exit.

    Summer Hartley: What they didn't say was he was on the couch with the dean's daughter.

  • Will Hayes: That's Hampton Roth! He's an incredible writer! His book on the McGovern campaign is...

    Summer Hartley: Yeah.

    Will Hayes: And you...

    Summer Hartley: Yeah. We do. Look, have you ever actually had sex with a sexagenarian?

    Will Hayes: I haven't.

    Summer Hartley: Well then, you shouldn't really judge.

    Will Hayes: Well, actually, I'm not judging. Look at you. You're beautiful, you're sophisticated, you're a very talented writer.

    Summer Hartley: Thank you.

    Will Hayes: I mean, to please a woman like you it wouldn't obviously take a...

    Summer Hartley: Real man.

    Will Hayes: Exactly. Hard to compete with that.

    Summer Hartley: Well, unless you're the competitive type.

  • Hampton Roth: Beauty, ideals, love, don't mean squat anymore. It's all about power and money.

    Will Hayes: I've read every single one of your books and you're completely obsessed with power and money.

    Summer Hartley: Oh, well that's because he doesn't have any. Right, babe?

    Hampton Roth: Babe, I am about the love.

    Summer Hartley: Oh. Yes.

    Hampton Roth: As you know, that's why you keep me around, to keep that rampant rapacious ambition of yours in check.

    [to Will]

    Hampton Roth: I have a thought! Why don't you use that newly acquired scintilla of power and influence to get Summer here to write an article about your man Robredo? That way Summer gets a break, and you get the word out.

    Will Hayes: And what do you get, Hampton?

    Summer Hartley: Yeah!

    Hampton Roth: Well, I guess it's the love. More of the love.

  • [after convincing Will to try on a racy shirt]

    Summer Hartley: You know, it really isn't so bad.

    Will Hayes: You know what the funny part is? It's a thousand dollars.

  • Summer Hartley: You know what I've never done? I've never spent the whole day in bed with a really great guy.

    Will Hayes: Me neither.

  • Hampton Roth: It's killing me that you're going out with the kid.

    Summer Hartley: Really? It's not the booze or the cigarettes or the sophomores?

    Hampton Roth: That has nothing to do with this.

    Summer Hartley: Nothing to do with it.

    Hampton Roth: Listen, I want you to know I've donated my organs to medical science except for one, which is for you.

    Summer Hartley: Sweetie, that's so kind.

    [looks down towards the torso]

    Hampton Roth: No, no, not that.

    [points to his chest]

    Hampton Roth: My heart, stupid.

    [Summer laughs]

  • Hampton Roth: Can I have a cigarette? Just a dying man's last request.

    Summer Hartley: Not happening. God, you're such a drama queen. Nobody's dying. What do you care if I'm in love with him, huh? You're the one who set us up, remember.

    Hampton Roth: Yeah, well, I kind of figured you'd chew him up and spit him out.

    Summer Hartley: You're such a sweetie. You're a sweet guy, you know that?

    Hampton Roth: I read the Robredo piece.

    Summer Hartley: Yeah.

    Hampton Roth: The guy's been in New York politics for over 20 years and all you can dig up is that his daughter had an eating disorder?

    Summer Hartley: What are you saying, Hampton?

    Hampton Roth: Do your job.

  • Hampton Roth: Please tell me you're not in love with him

    Summer Hartley: I can't do that.

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