This movie is what it is all about -- beautiful girls. It's been a while since I've had a relationship with one, but if I ever do, I want it to be like this movie. But longer.

The director of the film, Ted Demme, was my age (38) when he died of a heart attack.

“You let her behind the curtain, I know you did. You never let them behind the curtain Will. You never let them see the little old man behind the curtain working the levers of the great and powerful OZ. They are all sisters Willie ... they aren't allowed back there ... they mustn't see.”

Paul delivers a monologue defending man's idealization for the impossibly perfect image of women. "Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will. A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. Se can make you feel high with the single greatest commodity known to man--promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gaze of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, how she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay. The supermodels are bottled promise. A beautiful girl is all powerful, and that's as good as love."

Some of my other favorite quotes:

Paul: I'll bet you $20 she's banging that guy.
Kev: Bad bet.
Paul: Bad bet? Why?
Kev: Well, either way you lose. If you win, she's bangin' the guy, if you lose, you lose 20 bucks.

Kev: Carmen Swisher, the porn star. She's the one in "Fistful of Vixens". You know the one who gets all of her orifices simulateously penetrated by those circus midgets?
Willie: Oh s---, that's her? She's good.
Kev: Very talented girl.
Moe: Very talented girl. Kev: Those midgets seemed to get a real kick out of her.

Gina:

Girls with big tits have big asses. Girls with little tits have little asses. That's the way it goes. God doesn't f--k around, he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits and the skinnies little tiny niddlers. It's not my rule. If you don't like it, call him.

Implants, collagen, plastic, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush shaved.....These are not real women, alright? They are beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, and our cellulite feel somehow inadequate. Well I don't buy it, alright? But you guys think that if there's a chance in hell that you'll end up with one of these women, you don't give us real women anything approaching this commitment.

Guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip. Otherwise, the future of the human race is in jeopardy.

Michael from Japan writes:

My friends accuse me (rather accurately) for being a sap - for liking this 90's chick flick. But they are wrong about this movie. This movie is entertaining and sometimes fluffy, but more importantly it is real and timely. Amongst all the hype of the X-Gen, this movie boiled down our mood (all us kids who are still growing up) in a small town setting where the people were real. The slight plot is less important than the setting and the circumstances. Winter in small town Massachusetts, on the frozen lakes, and the plowed roads and small taverns - on the edge of early mid-life adulthood for yet another lost generation...the movie leaves you with a cold warm snow feeling of hope and sorrow for people in transition, that usually only a classic novel (like those by F. Scott or Hemingway) can give you.

Great Donno writes: "The emphasis of this movie can be placed in Kev's last words to Willy in the film, 'Stay Cool Man, Stay Cool Forever.' All of the male characters in this film with the possible exception of Moe, are trying to stay cool by refusing to grow up."

On the set with Premiere magazine.

Hands, touching hands
Reaching out, touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline...good times never seemed so good