It's a Boy Girl Thing (2006)

Kevin Zegers: Woody Deane

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• Woody : [inhabited by Nell, seeing how Woody has dressed her body for school]  You look like a common prostitute.

  Nell Bedworth : [Woody in Nell's body]  Damn... I was going for high class hooker.

• Woody : [Waking up in Nell's body]  Tits? Oh my God! I have tits! I have TWO tits!

• Woody : Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and... temperate. Rough winds... blah blah blah... There's something in there I can't remember. And, uh... yadda yadda yadda. I'm sorry, I... I'm no Shakespeare. My guess, Romeo wasn't much of a quarterback either, right?

• Nell Bedworth : [inhabited by Woody]  What're you wearing?

  Woody : [inhabited by Nell]  Chinos and an Oxford cotton button down I found it in the back of your closet.

  Nell Bedworth : Which is exactly where it's meant to stay until another one of my relatives croaks.

  Woody : Nonsense. You can't beat a classic look.

• Woody : [voiceover: Woody in Nell's body, putting on a bra]  Ah, it's tough enough getting these damn things off! How the hell does anyone know how to get these freaking things on?

• Woody : [inhabited by Nell, looking at a boy standing next to him at the mens' urinals]  Nice penis.

• Woody : [inhabited by Nell]  So we've got the wrong lives, but sometimes you just got to get on with life. Let things fall into place.

• Woody : [inhabited by Nell]  What exactly is it that people like me don't get?

  Nell Bedworth : [inhabited by Woody]  People like ME!

  Woody : Then educate me, PLEASE.

  Nell Bedworth : Okay. We like to play ball. Maybe we're even pretty good at it. So... maybe we get accepted at some second-rate, shit-kicker college, or maybe we go work for our dad at the spatula store. Who knows. But what we don't get is a great job, a big apartment in the city, and a Yale education.

• Nell Bedworth : [inhabited by Woody]  I'm a loser, I'm trouble and I'm stupid. It's basic genetics. Can't help it.

  Woody : [inhabited by Nell]  Funny... never took you for a quitter.

• Nell Bedworth : But chew on this: While archetypal outsiders such as myself rarely fit comfortably into high school environments, THIS is as good as your life will get: The big football star and his vacuous cheerleader girlfriend.

  Breanna : HEAD cheerleader.

  Nell Bedworth : Hm. Because, let's face it, the old grey matter ain't exactly top-range, now is it, Woodster. So you'll end up with a job in Spachlor World, with your Dad, and probably marry Breanna here, but soon you start drinking to numb this aching feeling you have inside. And, you fast-forward a few years, and you're a drunk, fat, depressed guy at a bar talking about the good old days, while your little wife, whose looks and stuff have gone to doodoo, is propping up her own self-esteam by indulging in squalid sexual encounters with your friends behind your back.

  Woody : What friends?

  Nell Bedworth : I'm guessing most of 'em. Have a good day.

• Mr. Zbornak : Woody, you... you crying?

  Woody : [inhabited by Nell]  Yeah.

  Mr. Zbornak : What's... what's wrong?

  Woody : I'm sorry. I just found out I lost my virginity in a trailer park.

• Woody : [inhabited by Nell]  Can we just keep playing football, please?

  Nell Bedworth : [inhabited by Woody]  Sure, as long as you keep my dick out of your butt.

• Nell Bedworth : Come here, dumb jock.

  Woody : Try and stop me, pencil-neck.

• Woody : That no racket! That's Mystikal!

• Woody : Nice grab, Horse. How's it hangin'?

  Horse : To the floor, my friend. Now what's say we shift this baby into warp drive, huh? Wancha to feel the wind blowin' through the hair in your fine, muscular ass.

• Woody : Think about it, Harry. Are you willing to trade the love of a good woman for the cheap thrill of a tawdry one-night stand?

  [Horse laughs]