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The Mummy:
Imagine you were making love to this girl. Imagine you were making love to this boy. Imagine you were making love to this girl. Imagine you were making love to this boy. Imagine you were making love to this girl. Imagine you were making love to this boy. Imagine you were making love to this girl. Imagine you were making love to this boy. Imagine you were making love to this girl. Imagine you were making love to this boy. Imagine you were making love to this girl. Imagine you were making love to this boy. Imagine you were making love to this girl. Imagine you were making love to this boy. Imagine this girl was making love to you. Imagine this boy was making love to you. Imagine this girl was making love to you. Imagine this boy was making love to you. Imagine this girl was making love to you. Imagine this boy was making love to you. Imagine this girl was making love to you. Imagine this boy was making love to you. Imagine this girl was making love to you. Imagine this boy was making love to you. Imagine this girl was making love to you. Imagine the consequences.

Debbie:
I just love being in love, I love everything about it I love falling in love I love being in love I love going from in love to love I love that I love all things love I love being loved I love everyone I love everything I love when people love me back, do you love me?

Greg:
Yeah sure.

Debbie:
I love you too!

Sarah Silverman:
[singing a love song] I love you more than bears love honey. / I love you more than Jews love money. / I love you more than Asians are good at math. / I love you even if it's not hip. / I love you more than black people don't tip. / I love you more than Puerto Ricans need baths. / I love you more than girls love dolls. / I love you more than dogs love balls. / I love you more than the white stuff in a zit. / I love you like Gary Busey. / I love you more than dykes love pussy. / I love you more than my after-show monster bong hit...

Jacques Bonnard:
I think you and I should have a little talk. Sit down, Bibi. Well, there is no need to ask you why you did what you did. The reason is obvious: you did it because... why did you do it?

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
I had a desire to know what would happen... if I kissed Mignonette the way Valentino did.

Jacques Bonnard:
You were curious.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
Oui, curious.

Jacques Bonnard:
Nothing more.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
There is something more, but I don't know what it is.

Jacques Bonnard:
Ah. Well. It is this 'something more' of which we shall speak. Now you see, Bibi, this... desire you have, it's a natural one, and since it is natural, it cannot be bad. It becomes bad only when the reason is bad. That is why so many people are mixed up

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
I, too, am mixed up.

Jacques Bonnard:
Well, of course! So am I. Well, let's try to unmix ourselves, shall we? Now, Bibi, we speak now of love. And where there is love, there is also desire; they go together. Love must have the desire; I don't believe there can be love without it. But, it is possible to have the desire without love, and this is where the world falls apart. For instance, you don't understand why the principal of your school beat you.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
No, papa.

Jacques Bonnard:
Well, it is because he has been brought up to believe that the desire is wrong. And since he himself has the desire, he's even more mixed up than we are! He has been brought up in a world where the desire has been used so badly-so badly, believe me-that it itself is thought to be bad; and this is wrong. This is wrong, Bibi. And you know the reason for this condition? It is because so many people are without love.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
Many people?

Jacques Bonnard:
Many.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
Uncle Louis?

Jacques Bonnard:
You love your Uncle Louis, don't you?

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
I love him strongly.

Jacques Bonnard:
That's good. He has a great need of love. And without love, one is defeated.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
But this love is different. The love I have for Uncle Louis is different from the love I have for you; this also is different from the way I love maman. And then... Mignonette.

Jacques Bonnard:
Eh, oui, Bibi. And this love we speak of now, when it is real, when it is true, it is the greatest love of all. I know; we have it here, in this house, Maman and I; it is the best, it is the most natural. In this way, the world comes down to a house, and a room, and a bed, and if there are two people in love there, then that is the whole world. Of course, you won't know this for many years. You know it is possible never to know it? I hope you will. If you are as lucky as I am, you will.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
I will look for someone like Maman!

Jacques Bonnard:
Oh, no! No, no, no, no! On the contrary: the secret is not to imitate. Look for your heart's need, and then she will come. Well, I've talked enough, and still you don't know what I wish to say.

Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
I think I do.

Jacques Bonnard:
Well, perhaps, when we speak of this again, I will find better words.

[Bubbles is playing drums, Buttercup on bass, and Blossom on lead guitar]

Bubbles:
[singing] Open your eyes and take in every thing that you see. Look at all the colors, red yellow blue and green. We can take an airplane and fly across the world. Look down upon the colors come on everybody lets go! Because...

Girls:
[singing] Love, Love, love lalalove, lalalove, makes the world go round. Love, Love, love lalalove, lalalove, makes the world go round.

Bubbles:
[singing] Open your ears and listen what the world has to say. Hear the birds and bells and you will have a brighter day. Everyone has a special song, deep inside their heart. If you want to sing with us, it's a perfect place to start.

[Blossom plays a guitar lead]

Buttercup:
[singing] Love love love lalalove, lalalove makes the world go round.

Bubbles:
[singing] You cant hurt me with the things that you do, I'll pick up dandilions and I'll give 'em to you.

Blossom:
[singing] Puppy dogs, kitty cats swimming in love.

Girls:
[singing] Love, Love, love lalalove, lalalove, makes the world go round. Love, Love, love lalalove, lalalove, makes the world go round.

Iris:
[first lines] I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.

Matt Olsen:
So many strangers on the street. Yeah, nearly everyone you meet. Can't relate, can't translate, can't create A connection. No. Easier to keep your distance. Tread the path of least resistance. Don't engage, keep to your cage, stay offstage For protection. Then everything changes. She's there. Life rearranges. Winged angel from above... Helped me find the Will... the Will to love... The Will to love... The Will to love... I figured I'd stay on the shelf. Truth be told, didn't trust myself: Always fade, don't make the grade, too afraid Of rejection. Oh... I didn't think I had the strength To find a girl on my wavelength. Just a runt, always punt. No will to hunt For perfection. Then everything changes. She's there. Life rearranges. Winged angel from above... Helped me find the Will... the Will to love... The Will to love... The Will to love... Game's full of surprises. Live our share of compromises. Still when push comes to shove... She's just the Will to love. She's just the Will to love. I found the Will to love. And everything changes. She's here. Life rearranges. Winged angel from above... She is just the Will... the Will to love. The Will to love... The Will to love... Oh... The Will to love...

Akira Rai:
[Last lines] Samar Anand has diffused 107th bombs without a scratch on his body and right now as we speak he is diffusing his 108th bomb. This is not a story of courage, not a story of miracles, it is just a simple story of love. A undying love that a man had for a woman, an unflinching love that a woman had for a man and an unending faith that God had in their love. I got into this story thinking that this would be my big ticket to Discovery Channel, I am going to discover a story of courage, bravery, danger, miracles but i ended up discovering love. Love that breaks you but still keeps you together, love that creates distances still brings you closer, love that is true and forever and i have learnt that if you have the power to love like that, then God makes sure that your love finds it's way, all that you have to do is just hang in there and wait, wait for your time. As we speak right now Samar is diffusing his 108th bomb, his last one, It's his last not because he is suddenly scared of dying, It's his last because now it is his time to live now. His wait is finally over, his time has come, his time to love. This is not a story of courage, not a story of miracles, it is just a simple story of love.

Keitaro Urashima:
Ow, that really hurt. Pretty reckless of 'ya. Hey, um, are you okay?

Naru Narusegawa:
I love you.

Keitaro Urashima:
Huh?

Naru Narusegawa:
[throws a humorous tantrum] I love you, I love you, I love you so much! All right, fine, I'm in love with you! I may not be your Promise Girl, but I love you okay? I love you, Keitaro! I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! I love you.

X:
I love club music, everything is so cut and dry. You love someone set them free. Love me or let me go. Prove your love. My love is your love. It's love or it's not love. Love is sex. Sex is love. I defy you to find a club anthem that says I love you but I'm not really sure what love is all about and I still wanna have sex with...blah blah blah. Those things are harder to rhyme.

[opening song lyrics]

Lum:
Don't get so fidgety! You're always looking all over the place! Stop looking away from me! More than anyone else, I love you, love you, love you the best! Love you, love you, love you! Love you, love you, love you! On nights when the stars are twinkling, I dream all about you. I love you, but you act like you don't know. I bet you're crazy for someone else by now! Ah! Men all have so many loves. Ah! You're spreading them all over, and making me worry! Don't get so fidgety! You're always looking all over the place! Stop looking away from me! More than anyone else, I love you the best! Love you the best!

Christian:
I've come to pay my bill. You made me believe you loved me! Why shouldn't I pay you?

[Nostalgia Chick is seething]

Brentalfloss:
Nostalgia Chick, you okay?

Nostalgia Chick:
Fine. I'm fine.

Christian:
Why can't I pay you like everyone else does?

Satine:
No, Christian, there's no point.

Brentalfloss:
Seriously, you don't look so good.

Nostalgia Chick:
I'm fine damn it! Fine!

Christian:
This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore! And you are nothing to me.

Nostalgia Critic:
Admit it, Chick. There's something you really hate about this scene, isn't there? It isn't just silly and stupid like the other scenes. There's something you really despise!

Brentalfloss:
No, there isn't.

Nostalgia Critic:
What is it about this movie that drives you absolutely insaaane?

Nostalgia Chick:
Christian is a complete twat!

Nostalgia Critic, Brentalfloss:
Christian's a twat?

Nostalgia Chick:
Yeah! Truly in love? That's such bullshit! Oh, all you need is love. Love, love, love, love... Who treated anyone they truly loved this way? Why would you slutshame her in front of an entire audience of people? Who calls that love? That's not love, that's bitterness!

Nostalgia Critic:
Well, because she lied to him, and he thought she was playing him the whole time.

Brentalfloss:
Yeah, I'd think you'd be more pissed at her than him.

Nostalgia Chick:
Oh sure, her actions are abjectly stupid and she's the victim of bad, stupid writing. But him? He's just despicable! He's evil! For as many times as he sings about looove, he treats her in the most insulting, dirty, mean-spirited way that you can treat a human being. And the dwarf's over here like "Oh, she wouldn't do that!" and yet him, the one that's in love with her can't figure this out? "Oh yeah, love! I forgot about that! That's right! I'm sorr... you know what, I'm not even sorry, but we're still in love. So let's sing about it! In front of everyone and everything's okay! Oh wait, you're dead. Awww." How would you feel if your loved one had some stupid misunderstanding that sprung from bad writing and then threw out all of their negative, horrible bile in one fell swoop... In front of everybody!

Dude Love:
Owww, have mercy! Hunter and especially your finer Chyna, I know what you must be thinking. 'Dude, what are you doing back here, when you should be out there kicking some heavy duty booty all over the garden?' Hunter my man, I do believe it's time we had a little rap, oh-ho. Because you see, falls count anywhere ain't exactly my bag baby. The pinfalls in the hot dog stands, the pinfalls in the street, the chairs, the tables, it's not exactly a Love thing. But I know somebody, baby, who's bag it indeed is. He's my man, he's my main man, you might even say, well daddy, he's a Kind man. A kooky type of cat, let's bring him out right now. [Mankind's music plays as Mankind walks into the picture] Mankind, my main mandible- up high big man, down low, owww you're too slow. Mankind, good to have you at the Love Shack.

Mankind:
Hey Dude. Thanks for having me here.

Dude Love:
The pleasure's all mine.

Mankind:
You really are eye candy for the chicks, Dude.

Dude Love:
That much I know, Daddy, but first you got to tell me about this wacky match: Falls count anywhere.

Mankind:
Dude, as much as I've dreamed about destroying Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

Dude Love:
I know you have.

Mankind:
As many horrible things as I'd like to do to him.

Dude Love:
I know you can.

Mankind:
I know someone who dreams about it even more.

Dude Love:
Oh no, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?

Mankind:
I think I am thinking what you think I think you're thinking

Dude Love:
Can you bring him out, Manny? Where is he?

Mankind:
CACTUS JACK... IS BACK!

Dude Love:
Somebody spank me, I thought he was dead.

Mankind:
He's alive.

Cactus Jack:
Hunter, it may be the darkest day of your life, but this is Madison Square Garden, and Mrs. Foley's baby boy is finally home! BANG BANG!

Mankind:
Have a nice day!

Dude Love:
Owww have mercy!

Liberace:
[Final love song] Why do I love you? I love you not only for what you are, But for what I am when I'm with you I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, But for what you are making of me. I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me, And for accepting the possibilities of the good in me. Why do I love you? I love you for closing your eyes to the discords in me, And for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening. I love you for helping me to construct of my life Not a tavern but a temple I love you because you have done so much to make me happy. You have done it without a word, without a touch, without a sign You have done it by just being yourself Perhaps after all, that is what love means And that is why I love you.

Roxane:
Speak. I'll listen.

Christian:
I love you.

Roxane:
Yes, talk to me of love.

Christian:
I love you.

Roxane:
That's your theme. Embroider it. Embroider it. Embroider it!

Christian:
I love you so much.

Roxane:
Yes. And then?

Christian:
And then... I'd love you to love me. Tell me you love me.

Roxane:
You give me milk instead of cream. Say how you love me.

Christian:
I love you... so much!

Roxane:
Unravel your feelings!

Christian:
Your throat! I want to kiss it!

Roxane:
Christian!

Christian:
I love you.

Roxane:
Again?

Christian:
No... I don't love you.

Roxane:
That's better.

Christian:
I worship you.

Roxane:
Oh no.

[singing]

Melissa Cherry:
When you love me right up front, you know that I don't mind. But what I really want is for you, to take me from behind. I don't mind, no. I don't mind. Take me from be-hi-i-i-ind...

Melissa Cherry:
Are you ready? Mmmm. Down on my knees. Baby, when we kiss, my heart just skips a beat. And when you hold my hand, oh, I can hardly speak. But there's one kinda lovin' that I can't do face to face. So, let me give you some affection - just below your waist. Oh, yeah! I'm down on my knees for you. I'm begging please, please for you. Oh! I've got so much love, I need to show it. It's a big job, I don't want to blow it. Oh! Oh, yeah. Oh! Baby. Down on my knees, begging please please.

Melissa Cherry:
Shoot your love, baby. Tell me why must you hide that love, that love you got inside. It's been building up so long. Yeah! And that feeling's oh so strong. So baby, shoot your love all over me. Oh! Drown me in a milky sea. Love all over me. Hey, baby! It's you and I, for eternity, for eternity. That's why you've got to shoot your love over me. Oh, yeah, yeah! When I look at you, ba-by, I see a man full of spunk. But what good is it to me, locked away in that trunk? I don't need more roses. No, that would be just reckless. The gift I want from you is my very own pearl necklace. Shoot your love all over me. Hey! Drown me in a milky sea. Love all over me. Ooh, baby! It's you and I, you and I, for eternity, for eternity. That's why you've got to shoot your love all over me.

Blarney:
[singing with kids named Jeff and Tim] Okay here we go. I am Blarney I love you. E-I-E-I-O. And if you're nice you'll love me, too. E-I-E-I-O.

Robbie Sinclair:
Well, it does seem to have quiet him down a little.

Blarney:
[still singing] With a love love here, and a love love there, here a love there a love, everywhere a love love.

Fran Sinclair:
It's interesting, he strikes a chord with children. Something about Blarney inlooses the purest feelings of warmth and affection.

Baby Sinclair:
[with a baby bottle on his slingshot] EAT GLASS, BLARNEY!

Blarney:
[Launches the bottle at the TV] AAAAAHHHH!

Baby Sinclair:
[TV blows up and Fran and Robbie were shocked in surprise] DIE SUM, DIE!

Robbie Sinclair:
[as Baby cackles] Well, I gotta say, I'm with him.

Fran Sinclair:
That does it! I am fed up with your bad behavior, you are going to your room!

Baby Sinclair:
NO, I WANT PRESENTS!

Fran Sinclair:
You are going to your room, there will be no more presents.

Earl Sinclair:
It's present time!

Buddy Love:
Ok, fat jokes! You wanna do fat jokes? Alright! Your mother's so fat, the bitch needs Thomas Guide to find her asshole! Alright! Wait, wait, wait, your mother's so fat, after sex I roll over twice, and I'm still on the bitch! Your mother is so fat, she fell in the Grand Canyon and got stuck! Reggie's mother's so fat, that the bitch gets her toenails painted at Earl Scheib! Earl Scheib! At Earl Scheib! HAHAHAHAHAHA! [walks onto the stage, still laughing hysterically]

Reggie Warrington:
Hey, hey, get off the stage, man! You ain't in show business.

Buddy Love:
Reggie's mama is so fat, her blood type is Rocky Road! His mother is so fat, her belt size is Equator. Get it, equator. Let's give a big round of applause for Reggie's mama's ass, that brought us so much joy tonight. That's a big ass!

Reggie Warrington:
ENOUGH! SILENCE! I can't take this shit no more! Now you done talked about me enough, boy! I tried to be peaceful, but now it's time for Reggie to "Karatacize" your ass!

Buddy Love:
Whooooo!

Reggie Warrington:
Aw yeah.

[Reggie takes off hat, revealing his ridiculous-looking hair, and Buddy and the audience start laughing.]

Buddy Love:
Oh, Reggie! I've heard of "Dreadlocks", but "Shitlocks?!" That's not your hair! Take that pile of shit off your head, man! You’re craz- you just go too far with the comedy!

Reggie Warrington:
[karate yells] Come on! Come on!

Buddy Love:
What’s that?

Reggie Warrington:
Aw yeah, that’s my style boy, you didn’t know Reggie studied.

Buddy Love:
What style is that?

Reggie Warrington:
It’s called "kick your ass style", boy!

Buddy Love:
Oh shit.

Reggie Warrington:
Reggie done studied on the streets!

[Reggie tries to kick Buddy, but Buddy grabs his foot, and flips him over. Buddy laughs hysterically, Reggie glowers, and turns back around]

Reggie Warrington:
Aw, you quick, but I’m quicker. Watch my feet.

Buddy Love:
Well come on with it.

Reggie Warrington:
Imma come on with it, Imma come on with it, Imma co-[karate yells again]

[Reggie tries to punch him, but Buddy grabs his arm, twists it, and bangs his head on the edge of the piano. He and Buddy sit at the piano.]

Buddy Love:
Ladies and gentlemen, me and Reggie wanna send one out to a very special lady in the house tonight! [to Carla Purdy] Loving you, is easy ‘cause you're beautiful! Do-do-do-do-do! Reggie?

[Buddy cracks Reggie's hand]

Reggie Warrington:
AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHH... leggo.

Buddy Love:
That was pretty! Ladies and gentlemen, Reggie has left the building! Thank you, and good night!

[Buddy throws Reggie into the piano.]

Clover Wilson:
[Clover and Edward, who only met for the first time hours earlier, are starting to have sex] Do you love me?

Edward Wilson:
What?

Clover Wilson:
Tell me you love me!

Edward Wilson:
[mumbles] I love you.

Clover Wilson:
[Emphatically] Do you love me?

Edward Wilson:
I do, I love you.

Clover Wilson:
No, I still don't believe you!

Edward Wilson:
[repeatedly] I love you, I love you...

Clover Wilson:
Say it, Say it... Look at me, Look at me. [Wilson tries to keep kissing her but she resists] Stop! Stop!

Edward Wilson:
[repeating more insistently] I love you, I love you, I do love you. [Clover stops resisting and they have passionate sex]

Germain Chazes:
It's not a typical love affair, but love and tenderness, both are there. Named after a daisy, she lived amongst words, surrounded by adjectives in green fields of verbs. Some force you yield to. But she, with soft art, passed through my hard shield and into my heart. Not always are love stories just made of love. Sometimes love is not named but it's love just the same. This is not a typical love affair I met her on a bench in my local square. She made a little stir, tiny like a bird with her gentle feathers. She was surrounded by words, some as common as myself. She gave me books, two or three Their pages have come alive for me. Don't die now, you've still got time, just wait It's not the hour, my little flower Give me some more of you. More of the life in you Wait Not always are stories just made of love Sometimes love is not named. But it's love just the same.

Nina:
I love you.

Jamie:
I love you.

Nina:
I really love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly love you.

Nina:
I really, truly, madly love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly, madly, deeply love you.

Nina:
I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably love you.

Nina:
I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably, umm... deliciously love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly, madly, passionately, remarkably, deliciously... juicily love you.

Nina:
Deeply! Deeply! You passed on deeply, which was your word, which means you couldn't have meant it! So you're a fraud, that's it!

Nina:
You're probably a figment of my imagination...

Nina:
Juicily?

Nina:
I love you.

Jamie:
I love you.

Nina:
I really love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly love you.

Nina:
I really, truly, madly love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly, madly, deeply love you.

Nina:
I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably love you.

Nina:
I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably, umm... deliciously love you.

Jamie:
I really, truly, madly, passionately, remarkably, deliciously... juicily love you.

Nina:
Deeply! Deeply! You passed on deeply, which was your word, which means you couldn't have meant it! So you're a fraud, that's it!

[Jaime playfully pushes Nina away, then pulls her back towards him]

Nina:
You're probably a figment of my imagination... [pauses] Juicily?

[Both laugh and make faces]

Peter Mitchell:
Marry me.

Sylvia:
Why Peter? For Mary's sake? You don't have to do that now. I'm moving back to New York and living there and you can see as much of Mary as you like.

Peter Mitchell:
It's not for Mary I'm doing this. I'm doing it for me. I love you.

Sylvia:
No you don't.

Peter Mitchell:
Yes I do. I love you. I love the way you walk, I love the way you laugh, I love the way when you get nervous you bite your bottom lip just like you're doing now, I love the way you love Mary, [to the congregation] I even love her liver mousse. I love you and if there were no Mary, if there was nothing else I would still love you. And I want to make Mary all over again with you.

Roger Shackleforth:
I'm in love with somebody named Leila, but she's not in love with me, and... I don't know why I'm telling you this.

Professor A. Daemon:
I do. I can arrange it so she'll love you.

Roger Shackleforth:
How?

Professor A. Daemon:
I promise you she'll never leave your side. When she isn't telling you she loves you, she'll be gazing at you lovingly. She won't even eat before you do, and nothing will be too much for you to ask of her. She'll worship you. She'll beg for kisses, and weep for joy at your touch. And if in passing time you should perhaps look at another girl, or, even do a little more than look, she'll feel hurt. But she'll forgive you, and love you just the same. Frankly, you'd get the same shake from a cocker spaniel.

Roger Shackleforth:
But that's wonderful! That's all in the world I want: my Leila's love!

Professor A. Daemon:
[Talking to himself] His Leila's love. If it isn't his Leila's love, it's his Dorothy's love, his Rea's love, or his Gwen's love.