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Alicia:
How big is the universe?

John:
Infinite.

Alicia:
How do you know?

John:
I know because all the data indicates it's infinite.

Alicia:
But it hasn't been proven yet.

John:
No.

Alicia:
You haven't seen it.

John:
No.

Alicia:
How do you know for sure?

John:
I don't, I just believe it.

Alicia:
It's the same with love, I guess.

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Andy:
Ah, the smell of cheerleader camp in the morning. Love it.

[Rene is shaving in the bathroom when there is a knock on the door]

Yvette Carte-Blanche:
Rene, what are you doing?

Ren?:
Cutting my throat, my love.

Dale:
My life is music. My love is music. And it's 24 hours a day.

Gwen Moss:
Come in, I've been expecting you / There's a knock on the door and love walks through / And lights a fire and smiles a smile / As if love were going to stay a while / And the fire breathes and weaves its spell / But then love runs out of lies to tell / For love is restless, love's a flirt / Love has places to go and people to hurt / So here's the shovel to smother the flame / Tomorrow you'll barely remember my name / And I'll try to forget you, my dearest one / As a prisoner tries to forget the sun / For life holds no purpose, and love holds no charms / Since I beheld you in another's arms.

Gwen Moss:
I knew I would find true love. It was just a question of where... and when.

Gwen Moss:
Love's cruel, Love's a flirt. Love has places to go and people to hurt.

Saul Moss:
[to Gwen, his daughter] I'm going to tell you something important. I never loved your mother. Not real love.

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Announcer:
And now, your host, Roald Dahl.

Host:
How are you? And how is your love life, you ladies? Because whatever happens, you should always try to realize that men are not nearly so preoccupied with the opposite sex as most women would like to think. Above all, you see, man is a colossal egotist, far more enamored with his own self than he is with females. And that, quite obviously, is why women are always having to doll themselves up attractively to attract his attention. To me the behavior of the male human is very much like that of a male frog. The frog, whenever he feels a trifle amorous, calls to his female by blowing out his dewlap and letting it go with a burp. The female comes hoppity hop hop over to his side and waits eagerly, but by then the male has become so engrossed with the business of blowing his own horn that he's forgotten all about her and she actually has to nudge him several times before he turns to embrace her.

Faye Riley:
Frank! It's the love boat to Cuba! Shuffle board and pineapples filled with rum. Know what they do? They put little paper umbrellas sticking out the top so that when it rains, it don't thin out the liquor.

Harry Sears:
Win or lose, I love you both... but we've come too far to lose.

Richard Lance:
You like everyone but I... I don't. I don't even like you. I don't like any of you and you should bear that in mind.

Swan Tamel:
You'll remind me of that later anyway. And you could look after yourself better. Love is the measure of normality.

Gautham:
Fear is always Greater than Love.

Leslie:
I love it, but it's a seed of an idea. What do you need to make a seed sprout?

Todd:
Water.

Leslie:
No. Manure. Somebody needs to number two all over your idea.

Leslie:
I want you to know, Ingrid, your a member of this family, and we will always, always love you.

Richard:
But not trust her.

Leslie:
No no, the trust is gone.

Bianca:
There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Chastity:
But I love my Skechers.

Bianca:
That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Michael:
Sweet love, renew thy force.

[Start of Shakespeare's Sonnet LVI]

Patrick:
Hey! Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you.

Patrick:
You're right. She's still pissed.

Michael:
Sweet love, renew thy force!

Patrick:
Hey, man! Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you.

Cameron:
Look. you embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and even the score.

[Patrick walks off]

Michael:
Listen. Don't say shit like that to him. People can hear you.

Darla Handy:
So you're a Hispanic?

Deputy Rico Amonte:
No, Italian.

Darla Handy:
I love the taste of Italian food!

Matthew:
Without you, I'm as lonely as an abandoned dog on the side of a highway. I have gift anxiety, even through I don't know when your birthday is. We can spend perfect days shopping and cooking together. I swear, I'll never make wisecracks when you scrape your tires against the curb while parallel parking. If you consent to live with me, I'll clean the toilet every week. I'll do it with my tongue if you ask. I will strike the words "hooters" and "love rockets" from my vocabulary. I'll love you. Even if your name is Mimi and you want me to pronounce it "May May". I will only pass gas underneath the covers and only under the direst of circumstances. Hell, I'll go on a low cholesterol diet. And I won't buy one of those red sports cars when I hit my mid-life crisis. Your parents can come visit us every week, even if your mom is a big witch with a capital B. And your folks don't have to go to a retirement home because they can come live with us. I declare, I'll separate the whites from the colors, I'll learn the mysteries of hot and cold water washes. I'll never huff and puff while waiting for you to put on your makeup. If you're a cat person, I'll never point out the fact that a dog can save your life from drowning, but a cat can't. I will happily go see chick flicks with you, like "Pride and Prejudice". I'll make a point to trying new food like okra gumbo. I won't curl my nose at vegetables whose awful taste is disguised by having cheese on it. I pledge to always say "yes" when you ask, "Is my hair looking okay tonight?" I'm gonna bring a whole new meaning to the word "cuddle". I'll be thoughtful enough to read your horoscope every day. I'm gonna save every birthday card you send me! And I'll actually write you real letters when we're apart. I'm never gonna expect you to know where I left my car keys, and I'll never leave my socks on the floor. With me, you'll find the cap is always on the toothpaste. I'll start wearing those male bikini style underwear if you like. My belly button will always be lint free. I want to full-on kiss your clitoris. It will be the most passionate, intimate experience you've ever had. I declare now, I will give my life for you. And if you fail to come to me, I know some part of me will surely die.

Dora, the Smart Girl:
I know what's in store for me. No one will ever have passion for me. People all around me will be falling in love, and making love, and getting married and having kids. The closest thing I'll ever have to that is someone inviting me to their Christmas dinner because they feel guilty I might be spending the holiday alone. Or if I'm lucky, my male counterpart, an obese man or guy with a harelip, will invite me to coffee; and we'll pretend to love each other and tie the knot because we're so desperately afraid of growing old alone.

Matthew:
I had learned something from Rod's groinular fixation. His horror really was my horror too. It was *every* man's horror. Deny it we may, but we are all afraid of women. Every single one of them. Time had run out. Finals were in a week. Soon, everyone would be leaving the dorms. And next semester, some would relocate to off-campus housing. If I had any hope of finding my kismetic destiny, I had to face my greatest fear. I went to the Virgin Vault, and I declared my love in front of 100 girls. I explained everything I had done for my kismetic destiny. My speech must be my Sistine Chapel, my Ninth Symphony, my Citizen Kane. My words needed to be more inspirational than Martin Luther King's "I Have A Dream" speech. They had to be more miraculous than Mark McGuire's 70th home run. I used impressive words like "soul mate," "destiny," and "yearn." It takes a big man to yearn. I poured my heart out.

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Matthew:
One hundred girls. And one of them is my true love, my forever soul mate, the Betty to my Barney, my kismetic destiny. The problem is I don't know who she is.

Cruella De Vil:
[scary whisper] Oh, yes! I love the smell of near extinction!