You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.
Okay, a forewarning, this next one is not the cleanest quote. It's from the movie Beautiful Girls and Gina, played by Rosie O'Donnell, is giving two of the guys (Tommy played by Matt Dillon and Willie played by Timothy Hutton) a little rant about beautiful girls. They are walking through a supermarket during the rant, hence the "Hey Mitch" and "Hi Bob."
Gina: I'm finished speaking to both of you okay? You're both f***ing insane. You want to know what your problem is? MTV, Playboy, and Madison f***ing Avenue. Yes. Let me explain something to you, ok? Girls with big t*ts have big a**es. Girls with little t*ts have little a**es. That's the way it goes. God doesn't f*** around; he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful t*ts and the skinnies little tiny niddlers. It's not my rule. If you don't like it, call him. Hey Mitch. Thank you.
[Looking at a porn magazine]
Gina: Oh, guys, look what we have here. Look at this, your favorite. Oh, you like that?
Tommy: I could go along with that.
Gina: Yeah, that's nice right? Well, it doesn't exist ok. Look at the hair. The hair is long, it's flowing, it's like a river. Well, it's a f***ing weave ok? And the t*ts, please! I could hang my overcoat on them. T*ts by design were invented to be suckled by babies. Yes, they're purely functional. These are silicon city. And look, my favorite, the shaved pubis. Pubic hair being too unruly and all. Very key. This is a mockery, this is a sham, this is bulls**t. Implants, collagen, plastic, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush shaved... These are not real women, all right? They're beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs--Hi Bob--and our cellulite feel somehow inadequate. Well I don't buy it, all right? But you f***ing mooks, if you 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 a commitment. It's pathetic. I don't know what you think you're going to do. You're going to end up eighty-years old, drooling in some nursing home, then you're going to decide, it's time to settle down, get married, have kids? What, are you going to find a cheerleader? Charge it Mitch.
Tommy: I think you're over simplifying.
Gina: Oh eat me. Look at Paul. With his models on the wall, his dog named Elle McPherson. He's insane. He's obsessed. You're all obsessed. If you had an once of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound, beauty is truly skin-deep. And you know what, if you ever did hook one of those girls, I guarantee you'd be sick of her.
Tommy: Yeah, I suppose I'd get sick of her after about, what, twenty or thirty years?
Gina: Get over yourself. Thank you Mitch. Say hello to Gertrude.
Gina: No mater how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there is some other s**t going on in the relationship, besides the physical, it's going to get old, ok? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip. Otherwise, the future of the human race is in jeopardy.
Willie Conway: What was that?
Tommy: I don't know, but a great a**.
Willie Conway: Nice t*ts. Come on let's go.