I Love You, Man

2009 American film by John Hamburg

I Love You, Man is a 2009 American comedy film about a friendless man who goes on a series of man-dates to find a Best Man for his wedding. But when his insta-bond with his new B.F.F. puts a strain on his relationship with his fiancée, can the trio learn to live happily ever after?

Directed by John Hamburg. Written by John Hamburg and Larry Levin.
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Peter KlavenEdit

  • Totally... Totes McGotes.
  • Slapping the bass! Slappa da bass! Slappa da bass mon! Slappa de bass mon!

Sydney FifeEdit

  • Trying is having the intention to fail. You've got to scrap that word from your vocab. Say you're gonna do it and you will.
  • Zooey, you are about to marry one of the most honest, kind and fun-loving people I've ever had the honor of knowing. The Pistol is a pleasure giver that's for sure. So beautiful Zooey, give it back. Yeah? [winks] Return the favor. And if you do, I guarantee that you will have a beautiful and pleasure filled union.


  • Doug: Hi Peter, I saw your billboards, they're spectacular. I'm sorry for calling you a whore. Best of luck with Sydney, if you're not still together... you can Facebook me.


Joyce Klaven: Peter always connected better with women.
Zooey: You know, I can see that because he is a great boyfriend.
Peter: Thank you fiancee.
Oswald Klaven: Also, you got to understand, Zooey, Peter matured sexually at a very early age. I remember taking him swimming when he was twelve-years-old, kid had a bush like a forty-year-old Serbian.
Peter: Oh come on!
Zooey: Good to know.
Oswald: Kid had a Speedo full of Brillo.

Peter: So what do I do? How do I make friends?
Robbie: If you see a cool-looking guy, strike up a conversation and ask him on a man date.
Peter: A what?
Robbie: A man date.
Peter: Okay.
Robbie: You know what I mean?
Peter: No.
Robbie: By that I mean casual lunch or after-work drinks, okay? No dinner and no movies. You're not taking these boys to see The Devil Wears Prada.
Peter: Ohhhh, God I love that movie. [Robbie gives him a look] No, I won't.

Peter: I'm Peter Klaven, I'm the realtor.
Sydney: Hey, check out these two. That guy needs to fart.
Peter: He does seem to be clenching.
Sydney: Watch the leg. Boom!
Peter: He farted in my open house.
Sydney: He sure did. Look at him, crop dusting across your open house.

Man In Open House: [after trying to discreetly fart at an open house] I like it, but I'm not sure about the space...I'm thinking it might be a little bit small.
Sydney: Totally, and it smells like fart. Make sure you roll down the windows on the way home, sweetheart.

Sydney: [on phone] Just meet me at Muscle Beach in like...I don't know...half an hour?
Peter: Muscle Beach. Half an hour. I will see you there or I will see you on another time.
Sydney: That was very confusing. I don't know if you're gonna come or not.
Peter: No, I'll be there. I'll be there.
Sydney: [laughing] Alright I'll see you then, buddy.
Peter: Alright. Laters on the menjay. [Hangs up] What did I just say?

Sydney: Society tells us we're civilized, but the truth is we are animals. Sometimes we just have to let it out. Try it.
Peter: Blaaah!
Sydney: Good. Now gently remove your tampon and try again.

Sydney: You get home safe, Pistol.
Peter: You got it, Joben.
Sydney: I'm sorry, what?
Peter: Er...nothing.
Sydney: No, what did you say?
Peter: Nah, I don't know. You nicknamed me Pistol, and I just called you..."Joben". It means nothing. I don't...I'm drunk, I'm gonna call a cab.

Sydney: Wait, you jerked off to a picture of your own girlfriend? You - that - wow, that is sick! Oh my God, what is wrong with you?
Peter: What's wrong with that?
Sydney: Pedro, there is so much wrong - I don't even know where to begin...That is sick, man!

Doug: I just wish I could take back that kiss...
Sydney: Woah!
Doug: ...because now I know it was the taste of betrayal.
Peter: It wasn't the taste of betrayal!
Doug: It was the taste of betrayal.
Peter: It wasn't the ta...
Doug: It was the taste of betrayal...you fucking whore!
[Storms off]
Peter: I can actually explain that.
Sydney: I would love to hear that!

Peter: Look man, you told my fiancée she needs to give me blowies, in front of my whole family. Alright? You owe me.
Sydney: You make a valid point.

Peter: Hey Mel? Do you have any plans on June 30th?
Mel: I'm 89 years old, what the fuck kind of plans would I have?

Peter: I love you, man.
Sydney: I love you, too, bud.
Peter: I love you, dude.
Sydney: I love you, Bro Montana.
Peter: I love you, Holmes.
Sydney: I love you, Broseph Goebbels.
Peter: I love you, muchacha.
Sydney: I love you, Tycho Brohe.


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  • He needed a best man...he got the worst.


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