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Man in audience:
I love you Conan!

Conan O'Brien:
I love you too ma'am.

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Mario Pinto:
Give me a white lightning... for the love of God.

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Mark Baum:
I love my job.

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Paul:
I love you, honey bee.

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Rahul Mehra:
I love you, K-k-k-Kiran!

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Richie:
I love... salad.

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Rotten Roland:
I love it! I love it!

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Sid Waterman:
I love you, really. With all due respect, you're a beautiful person. You're a credit to your race.

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Tim Thompson:
I love all the ghosts!

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Woman in audience:
I love you Conan!

Conan O'Brien:
I love you too sir.

[Returning from dressing]

Jennifer Rarick:
Thanks Berry. Now I know you love me.

Bertram 'Berry' Rhodes:
You're talking out of turn, young lady.

Jennifer Rarick:
I only thought so before, but now I know it... I'm terribly glad.

Bertram 'Berry' Rhodes:
Do you wanna be spanked?

Jennifer Rarick:
Look at me, darling.

Bertram 'Berry' Rhodes:
I'll do no such thing.

Jennifer Rarick:
Deny it if you can...

Bertram 'Berry' Rhodes:
I'm gonna get out of here before I'm *attacked*...

Jennifer Rarick:
Berry...

Bertram 'Berry' Rhodes:
Little devil. You made me fall in love with you.

[Rev. Samuels appears to David and Michelle; they do not realize he is dead]

Rev. Ephram Samuels:
Silas did this to you.

David Shepherd:
He thinks I've stolen God's favor.

Rev. Ephram Samuels:
You haven't, David; God gave it freely.

David Shepherd:
I don't want it!

Rev. Ephram Samuels:
David Shepherd, son of Jessie, son of Judah, know this: You *were* chosen... to be the new king.

Michelle Benjamin:
...It's true, isn't it?... Where can I take him?

Rev. Ephram Samuels:
His only place of refuge... you cannot follow - Gath. Silas would never look for you there.

David Shepherd:
Gath?... I'll be alone; I'll have nothing.

Rev. Ephram Samuels:
You need fear no evil; you, David, are never alone.

David Shepherd:
[to Michelle] As long as we're together, you'll be in danger; I can't risk you. You have to stay here.

Michelle Benjamin:
[removing her ring] Take this; wear it... and know that I will always love you, no matter what. Always know that.

David Shepherd:
I will never stop loving you - ever... I'll be back for you.

Michelle Benjamin:
I'll be waiting.

Rev. Ephram Samuels:
Husband and wife, if you like; vows of love, exchanged before God. You two were married long ago, and you will be married forevermore.

[Richard Dawson's farewell speech on the June 14, 1985 finale]

Richard Dawson:
So, the Mackins were our final winning family, and they've won $5,504, and I'm proud of 'em. I've had the most incredible luck in my career. I've done lots and lots of jobs, and I've never, ever had a job like "Family Feud." I've never DREAMED I would ever have a job where so many people could touch me and I could touch them. And it was... there was a great magic about this show that I've never seen on any other show. I want to publicly acknowledge Howard Felsher, who is our Executive Producer. He was a producer in the beginning of the show, and he helped steer and guide the way that we went. And he and I fall a lot of times, but I tell you that he is important and I should acknowledge him, because he was the one, with me, that, we said, "Let ANYBODY come on this show, anyone that can play this game, no matter what color or creed, no matter if they're in a wheelchair or they have no sight." And we've HAD everybody on this show, and he was very, very important in that and I acknowledge and thank him for it. I thank my crew, and I thanked my director already. I have the best staff you've ever dreamed of. You can't... but you don't have to dream of them, 'cause I'm gonna take them with me. Even if I never work again, they'll just be near me. They are so special and wonderful. ABC - Jackie Smith, Wally Weltman, Joe C. Albott - they kept us on the air probably a year more than they should have, 'cause we weren't really helping them. You know, our ratings weren't that good. They were *so* great. They buried themselves carrying us, and I love them for that, not that I wanted to hurt 'em, but I... because I love 'em. They were good people. There were people I know that got upset that I kissed people; I kissed them for luck and love, that's all. That's what my mother did to me. There were people upset that I would embrace or hug someone of another color. The first time I ever saw people of any color was when D-Day left from my hometown in England, to go and free Europe from the war. And there was every color you could imagine, and I'd not seen that in England. And I asked my mother about it; I said, "Is there something wrong?" She said, "God... God makes people. You understand that, don't you?" And I said, "Yeah!" She said, "Who makes a rainbow?" I said, "God." She said, "I never presumed to tell anyone who could make a rainbow what color to make children." And she changed my whole life with that statement. All I can tell you is, this has been a very special 9 years of my life! If I never do another thing, I've met the good, sweet people of the world. So I leave you, with love, and for the little girl that, nine years ago, I first signed to - I guess she's 13, now - I'll think of you every day. God bless all the little children in the world. Thank you.

[Richard has just learned that his book has been accepted for publication]

Richard Bellamy:
If only this letter had arrived three days ago, before my wife left for Canada! How thrilled she would have been.

Hazel Forrest:
Could you not write and tell her the news at once?

Richard Bellamy:
Well, there's no point. Time my letter got to New York, she'd be halfway across Canada.

Hazel Forrest:
I see. What a shame.

Richard Bellamy:
Mm.

Hazel Forrest:
Could you not send her... a wireless message, to the ship?

Richard Bellamy:
A Marconigram! Yes, I'll do that! Then she'll get it at sea. Well done, Miss Forrest!

Hazel Forrest:
Shall I take down the message?

Richard Bellamy:
Yes, and Edward can run round to the Marconi office with it. So, a wireless message to Lady Marjorie Bellamy, stateroom number six, aboard White Star Liner R.M.S. Titanic en route from Southampton to New York. Date, April twelfth, 1912. My message reads, "Macmillan's delighted and impressed with manuscript. Take good care of yourself. All my fondest love, Richard."

[fade out, title music up]

[Richard knocks on the door, impersonating the maid, while Tommy tries to sleep]

Richard:
Housekeeping?

Tommy:
No thank you. Sleeping.

Richard:
Housekeeping?

Tommy:
Come back in an hour.

Richard:
Housekeeping, you want towel?

Tommy:
No towels. Need sleepy.

Richard:
Housekeeping, you want mint for pillow?

Tommy:
Please go away let me sleep FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Richard:
Housekeeping, you want me jerk you off?

Tommy:
[gets out of bed] What kinda hotel is this?... [opens the door] Oh, it's you.

Richard:
Good morning, sunshine.

[Richard tries to kiss Emmeline, but she cringes.]

Emmeline:
I'm sorry, Richard.

Richard:
You didn't want to all yesterday, either. What's the matter, Em? Don't you love me any more?

Emmeline:
Yes, I love you more than ever, Richard.

Richard:
Then why don't you want to do it?

Emmeline:
It just hurts right now, that's all. When it stops hurting, we'll do it.

Richard:
When is that gonna be? I don't understand, Em. Why does it hurt?

Emmeline:
I don't know. I don't know anything. But if you touch my tummy right now, you can feel it.

Richard:
Feel what? [puts his hand on her belly] How'd you make your tummy move like that?

Emmeline:
I'm not doing it.

Richard:
It's not doing it by itself.

Emmeline:
Yes, it is.

[Richie and Amber have revealed themselves to be the killers, and they drag Sam and Sidney to the kitchen]

Richie:
Someone has to save the franchise! You see, no one has made a great "Stab" movie since the first one. Not really. [To Amber] Hey, baby, you want to go get the very ex-Mrs. Riley?

Amber:
Yeah, I do.

[Richie approaches Sidney]

Richie:
Sidney Prescott. You know, I'm a really big fan.

Sidney:
Go fuck yourself.

Richie:
You see the last "Stab" movie?

Sidney:
Not really a fan of scary movies.

Richie:
That checks out. Anyway, it sucked balls. Because nobody takes the true fans seriously, not really. They just laugh at us, and why?! Because we love something?! We're just a fucking joke to them?! How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! They don't fucking understand these movies are important to people!

Sam:
Richie...

Richie:
And we're gonna help them! Hollywood's totally fucking out of ideas, so we decided we'd give them some new source material to follow. You know, bring it back to basics. Because that's how you make a great "Stab" movie, Sam. Based on actual events.

[Amber drags Gale to the kitchen, then approaches Sidney, mockingly waving her knife at her while mimicking the Psycho theme]

Sam:
You did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked-up movie?

Richie:
Sweetie, you’re not the hero. You’re the villain. The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked-up visions of her dead dad. Sidney Prescott killed your father. You...did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro.

Amber:
You know what the biggest problem with the "Stab" movies is? There’s no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees, no bad guy to keep coming back. But the illegitimate daughter of the original mastermind? Now that’s a fucking villain.

Sam:
How did you know?

Amber:
About your father? I mean, it’s a small town and your mom’s a drunk! I met Richie on the "Stab" subreddit. I’ve been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly we had similar ideas.

Richie:
Wasn’t that hard for me to find you in Modesto. It wasn’t that hard for me to fuck you, either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days.

Sam:
[angered] Fuck you!

Richie:
Well, now you’re just quoting the original.

Amber:
But it wouldn’t work with just you, Sam. See, we had to bring the legacy characters back to make it matter. Can’t have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee!

Richie:
Nope!

Amber:
Dewey had to die to make it real, to show that this wasn’t just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel. Because our movie has fucking stakes! [Speaks in a sing-song tone] ‘Cause anyone can die in a requel.

[Sidney attempts to escape, only for Amber to stab her in the side]

Richie:
I’m so sorry, Sid. We can’t let you live, either. I mean, surviving this many times, that would just be ridiculous. [Speaks in a true evil and delusional tone] This time, the fans are gonna be the ones who win. [To Amber] That about cover it?

Amber:
[Smiles] Nailed it, baby.

Richie:
[Confident their plan will succeed without fail] Get Tara out of the closet. We got to go start staging the bodies! [Amber leaves; Richie starts taunting Sam] You really should’ve listened to Dewey! He nailed it in one! "Dude, look at the love interest!" Are you fucking stupid? I even had you convinced it could be your sister.

[Immediately after, Amber's voice is heard, sounding stunned and confused]

Amber:
Um, she’s not here.

[Richie's smile fades as he becomes stunned]

Richie:
What the fuck do you mean she’s not here?

Amber:
She’s not here!

Sam:
I untied her. [Richie looks at Sam, shocked] Guess you’re not as persuasive as you thought.

[Richie and Eddie are waiting outside Lily Linneker's Love Bureau]

Lily Linneker:
Hello, gentlemen, sorry to have kept you waiting. Which one of you is Mr. Hitler?

Eddie:
Oh, that'll be me.

Lily Linneker:
Any relation?

Eddie:
[puzzled] Well, I've got a mother.

Lily Linneker:
No, no no no, I meant Adolf Hitler.

Eddie:
Yes, that's her!

[Rick gets on the table in the high school cafeteria to make an announcement]

Rick:
Um, excuse me. Could I have your attention please? Your attention? Every day at lunch, we get a very special treat from a very special guy. A guy who has dedicated his life to building his body, pushing his muscles to the very limits of human endurance. Why, you ask? Why? Well, to be strong enough to lift tables and spill food, Greg Tolan!

[everyone starts cheering and clapping with Rick]

Rick:
Whoa, wait. Let's take a moment to find out a little bit about the man behind the mess. Greg! May I call you Greg? Now, tell us, Greg, how did you get into spilling food, huh? Were you a messy baby? Did you hate your strained peas? Well, you know, how most psychologists tell us that guys, well, they get into body building to compensate for either a lack of IQ, or a small weenie. Which is it, Greg? Well, those of us in Greg's gym class certainly know the answer to that one.

Greg:
I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Morehouse!

Deborah:
Greg, please!

Rick:
Hey, isn't he great? Muscles and a sense of humor. Well, let's thank Greg for the many lunchtime thrills and spills he's given us. All right everybody, up! Come on, everybody up! Grab an end of your table! [the kids in the cafeteria go to an end of their table] A tribute to you, Greg. Lift! [everybody in the cafeteria lifts their table, spilling food, including spilling their food on Greg's feet] We love you, Greg!

[Rickie holds JoAnn as she lays dying on the floor]

Rickie:
I love you, JoAnn.

JoAnn:
[weak and bleeding out, JoAnn replies] F***ing grow up.

[Right after Helene has sobbed her self-confession to George and Doris, they hear Harry shout from the doorway - in full Stanley Kowalski mode]

Harry Nash:
Are you ready for me yet, George? There's nobody else outside!

George Johnson:
Harry, come here. I'm, I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Harry. Excuse me.

[Helene surreptitiously wipes her eyes]

George Johnson:
Uh, Harry, this is Helene Shaw. Helene, this is Harry Nash. Ehh, now, if you get the part of Stella, he'll be your husband in the play.

[Helene turns to look at Harry and her eyes widen. Music suggesting imminent romance begins to play. Harry is still in his dorky hardware-store outfit, with glasses, hat, and bow-tie, but he removes his glasses and smiles slightly as he looks her up and down appreciatively]

George Johnson:
Say, I, uh, I wonder if, uh, if you two would read a scene for me from this play, all right? Right here.

[Helene tears her eyes away from Harry to look at the playbook]

George Johnson:
Could you do that?

Harry Nash:
Sure! If Stella's game.

[She looks up, still wide-eyed]

Helene Shaw:
Huh?

Harry Nash:
Stella! Stella, that's you. [then, gently:] Stella's my wife.

Helene Shaw:
[weakly] Oh.

[He turns away to remove his vest and shirt, and a heartbeat rhythm replaces the music. Stella sees Harry's muscular back and she can't look away. He begins shadow-boxing, and she begins to fall in love]

[Riker, Troi and La Forge are looking for Barclay in his holo-fantasy]

Commander William T. Riker:
You want us to search through all this to find him?

Counselor Deanna Troi:
It could provide us with valuable information about what's troubling him. You know, there's nothing wrong with a healthy fantasy life, as long as you don't let it take over.

Commander William T. Riker:
You call this healthy?

Counselor Deanna Troi:
You're taking it so seriously. It's not without its element of humor.

[they come across another, Troi look-alike character]

Holo-Troi:
I am the Goddess of Empathy. Cast off your inhibitions and embrace love, truth, joy...

Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge:
Oh - my - God.

Holo-Troi:
Discard your fa?ades, and reveal your true being to me.

Counselor Deanna Troi:
[indignantly] Computer, discontinue...

Commander William T. Riker:
Computer, belay that order!

Commander William T. Riker:
[to Troi] We want to get more insight into what's been troubling this poor man, remember?

Commander William T. Riker:
[to La Forge] Quite a healthy fantasy life - wouldn't you say?

Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge:
[agreeing] Mm.

[Riley and her parents are playing in their new house when Riley's Dad's cellphone suddenly rings]

Bill:
Ah, sorry. Hold on. [puts down Riley and Jill and answers his cellphone] Hello?

Joy:
[disappointed] Wait, what?

Bill:
You're kidding. Ah, stall for me. I'll be right there. The investors were suppose to show up on Thursday, not today. [to Riley's Mom] I gotta go.

Jill:
It's OK. We get it.

Bill:
You're the best. Thanks, hon. [briefly kisses her and waves good-bye to Riley] See you, sweetie. [walks out the door, leaving Riley visibly upset]

Fear:
Dad just... left us.

Sadness:
Oh, he doesn't love us anymore. That's sad. I-I should drive, right? [She reaches to touch the console, but Joy suddenly stops her with her arm. The other emotions (including Sadness) look at her in shock, much to Fear's own] Joy, what are you doing?

Joy:
[nervously] Uh, just give me one second. You know what I realized? [grabs a recent happy memory and puts it on the projector] Riley hasn't had lunch, remember? [The memory of Riley seeing a pizza parlor earlier plays in her mind]

Riley:
[brightening herself up] Hey, I saw a pizza place down the street. Maybe we could try that.

Jill:
Pizza sounds delicious.

Fear:
Pizza?

Disgust:
Yes, pizza!

[Riley chastises Maya's mother for not attending her daughter's school art show]

Katy Hart:
Y'know, all I do with Maya is disappoint her.

Riley Matthews:
Here's what's funny. You're not disappointing her at all; you're only disappointing me.

Katy Hart:
I came to school and embarrassed her. I pretend I'm fancy, but I'm not. I thought I had a good marriage, but I didn't. I pretend to have a career, and I don't. I love that little girl, and I won't pretend with her.