Urusei Yatsura 1: Onri yû

Sakura:
The universe is truly vast. To think that someone could compete with Lum's bad taste in men.

Shinobu:
MEN ARE SUCH WIMPS.

Rose:
Now you know the might of the ultrasonic hammer.

Rose:
This is the 36th one so far. Hmmm, I don't get it. How come they can see through my perfect disguise?

Elle:
Love is a fragile thing. Love that is bright in the morning fades by the sunset. To keep love always fresh, and prevent spoilage, I developed this Refrigerator Of Love.

Ten:
Hey... HEY YOU. Answer when somebody talks to you. Eh, maybe it's too much to ask. Tomorrow you're going to get married to that woman, but it's more like a condemned man's last night, isn't it? Even an idiot like you can understand that, well good riddance. This is your own punishment for mistreating Lum, the inevitable consequences for your prior misdeeds. It's good that for the rest of your life you'll be chained to that girl. Better for Lum, better yet for the entire universe. I hope you're miserable. I hope you're suffering. I hope you're sad. Poor Lum felt the same way about you. YOU DISGUSTING SLIMEBALL. That's all I have to say, good night.

Elle:
How dare you interrupt the sacred ceremony of love.

Shinobu:
What ceremony of love? This is just a sick collection. The warm love between a man and a woman can't be frozen like tuna.

Elle:
So you're Lum, the Oni-girl.

Lum:
And you're Elle, the Darling-thief.

Ataru:
Whew, she managed to eject safely.

Rose:
I guess you really do care for her.

Ataru:
Uh, not really.

Commander:
Oh no. Th... that's the Oni-girl, the one on the top of the Anti-Wedding Group Blacklist.