“Why? Why would you do that?”
"You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.”

“You are thirty minutes late."
"Yes."
"Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?"
"No."
"Why not, pray tell?"
"Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.”

“Do you ever wonder why things have to turn out the way they do?”

“Calcifer," Sophie said, "I shall have to break your contract. Will it kill you?" "It would if anyone else broke it," Calcifer said hoarsely. "That's why I asked you to do it.”

“Why, Mr Stevens, why, why, why do you always have to pretend?”

“Lysistrata: O women, if we would compel the men to bow to Peace, […] We must refrain from every depth of love…. Why do you turn your backs? Where are you going? Why do you bite your lips and shake your heads? Why are your faces blanched? Why do you weep?”

“What's the matter with your life? Why you gotta mess with mine?”

“Why would you do that? Why would you act like you didn't know how to drive?"
"Isn't it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn't. I did it so I'd have a reason to be around you - one I knew you couldn't refuse”

“My religion is no way of knowing me. Mine is a way of knowing me. When I pray I feel I'm doing something clean. But why pray so the whole neighbourhood hears your prayers? Why use microphones?”

“Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?”