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Yossi Moraly:
I know you're waiting for someone better than me. I can even understand it. I just want you to know that I love you. I think you're a very special woman.

[there is a long silence]

Yossi Moraly:
It's okay. You don't have to answer me. Good night.

Rachel Gerlik:
Good night.

[Rachel turns to walk away then stops]

Rachel Gerlik:
I'm not waiting for someone better than you. Don't even say that. You're the nicest person I've ever met.

Yossi Moraly:
So what are you waiting for?

Rachel Gerlik:
I don't know. I'm waiting to fall in love. I'm 42 years old and I've never been in love. Shula says I shouldn't wait for fireworks, but that's exactly what I'm waiting for.

Yossi Moraly:
You're so self-centered, you don't even hear what you're saying. Good night, Rachel.

[Yossi drives off]

[Sue talks to Liv about how much he loved Lacy Cantrell]

Sue:
I liked your song. I think Lacy would've liked it, too. Growin' up, my dad used to tell me, "Son, you can screw up a steel ball." I did that with Lacy. I loved that girl.

Olivia 'Liv' Moore:
Love ain't always enough.

[Sunny visits the Sugar Plum Fairy in her cage]

Sugar Plum Fairy:
Is that a primrose?

Sunny:
It is! I brought it so you could make a love potion!

Sugar Plum Fairy:
How do you think I got in here?

[Susan has removed the lock from the bathroom door, and doesn't understand why Steve is so upset about it]

Susan:
Men and toilets, the love that dare not speak its name. What's that about?

Steve:
[slams hand down] We are men! Throughout history, we have always needed, in times of difficulty, to retreat to our caves. It so happens that in this modern age, our caves are fully plumbed. The toilet is, for us, the last bastion, the final refuge, the last few square feet of man-space left to us! Somewhere to sit, something to read, something to do, and who gives a damn about the smell? Because that, for us, is happiness. Because we are *men.* We are different. We have only one word for soap. We do not own candles. We have never seen anything of any value in a craft shop. We do not own magazines fill of pictures of celebrities with all their clothes *on*. When we have conversations, we actually take it in turns to talk! But we have not yet reached that level of earth-shattering boredom and inhuman despair that we would have a haircut *recreationally*. We don't know how to get excited about... really, *really* boring things, like ornaments, bath oil, the countryside, vases, small churches. I mean, we do not even know what, *what* in the name of God's *ass* is the purpose of pot-pourri! Looks like breakfast, smells like your auntie! Why do we need that? So please, in this strange and frightening world, allow us one last place to call our own. This toilet, this blessed pot, this... fortress of solitude. You girls, you may go to the bathroom in groups of two or more. Yet we do not pass comment. We do not make judgment. That is your choice. But we men will always walk the toilet mile... alone.

[audience applauds]

Susan:
Would you like me to put the lock back on the toilet door, dear?

Steve:
Would you mind?

Susan:
You should have asked.

[Sutter approaches Martin as he is playing on his swingset]

Graham Sutter:
Hi there. I bought this new bike for my nephew's birthday, but he doesn't like the color. Can you believe that? I was gonna just throw it out when I saw you and I thought, "There's a kid who'd probably love a new bike." Am I right?

[Martin nods]

Graham Sutter:
It's right in my truck. Wanna take a look?

[Sylar and Danko see Martin - in the shape of Danko - flirting with a woman]

Emile Danko:
What's he up to? Why me?

Sylar:
He's after power. He thinks that's something you have - trying to convert the power into love. Doing a pretty good job of it too. He's a better you than you!

[Sylvia and Nick are kissing]

Nick:
You know, I'm curious. When did you decide you liked me?

Sylvia:
Oh... I guess when you tried to save my life. I... I appreciated that. I thought back then, He's really nice. I thought, If there was ever anything I could do for him, I will.

Nick:
What do you mean?

Sylvia:
What do you mean?

Nick:
Do for me? What, like now?

Sylvia:
What's happening here? A minute ago you were ready to disappear down my throat.

Nick:
I don't know. This is, uh, starting to sound a little like... charity.

Sylvia:
I must have said the wrong words. I admit, I'm not that smart. I'm not a museum person.

Nick:
Well, you know, the way it's coming out, you're looking for a little action, there's nobody here but me and Harry, and I won. But not by much.

Sylvia:
Okay... [adopts a sarcastic tone] I want you bad, alright? I dream about you and me and a house in Long Island. I'm only half a woman 'til I make love to you. [reverts to normal voice] Are you happy now?

Nick:
Must we spoil what's been a depraved and embarrassing evening? [Sylvia gasps] No, no, no. Please, not another word. This is just the way I want to forget you.

Sylvia:
Screw you!

Nick:
No, thanks!

Sylvia:
Boy, Nick, you really know how to show a girl a good time.

Harry:
[enters the tent, hair set with pins and in a hairnet] Hey, I forgot to ask you. Can I sleep on this?

Sylvia:
Who gives a shit? [leaves the tent]

Harry:
What's the matter with her?

Nick:
I wouldn't sleep with her!

Harry:
Really? [grins] Sylvia!

[T.B. appears and sees Jon falls in love remembering Susan as one of Susan's clothing]

TB:
Burritos are here. Good news -- They put an extra one in by accident.

Jon:
[sighs] Um... [clears throat] Good. What'd they give us?

TB:
There's an extra bean and cheese burrito.

Jon:
Oh, yeah, cool. You want that one, or you -- You want to take that one? Why don't you eat it?

TB:
No. You know me. I'll take whatever's left over.

Jon:
[sighs] Um...sorry. I'm sorry you saw this.

TB:
No need to apologize. Everyone has their own way of grieving.

Jon:
Thank you.

TB:
You need some help? You could close your eyes and pretend this is Susan's hand. It's not a sexual thing. It's a warrior thing.

Jon:
Yeah, I understand. I would rather do this, uh, I think, on my own.

[talking about Clark]

Martha:
Jonathan, of course he was acting odd, haven't you been listening to him? He's in love.

[talking about filming love scenes with John Nettles]

Louise Jameson:
We had a lot of love scenes, and there was one particular scene where our feet were intertwined and the camera started on our feet, then came up over the duvet and rested on John's and my faces having some pillow talk. And they could see the end of John's trousers - proper gentleman: always kept his trousers on. And he started to roll them up because they could be seen below the duvet. And I said "Oh, John, don't worry. Just take your trousers off. Doesn't matter - I'm cool with that." And he said "Look, it's like this. If I get excited, I'm embarrassed. If I don't, you're insulted. So we'll just keep it a secret, shall we." Ever the perfect gent.

[talking about Hannah's new outfit]

Lilly Truscott:
Ooh! What about the thing that you bought at the place next to the place that we went there one time?

Miley Stewart:
No, that's too...

Lilly Truscott:
Yeah, you're right. Plus, when you wear that you have to...

Miley Stewart:
I know. And I hate those.

Lilly Truscott:
Who doesn't?

Miley Stewart:
What about the one I bought after the one I bought at the place next to the place?

Lilly Truscott:
Ooh! The one that goes with the shoes with the things? I love that one.

Robbie Ray Stewart:
Me, too!

Miley Stewart:
Daddy, do you even know what we're talking about?

Robbie Ray Stewart:
No, but as long as it doesn't cost me a wad of cash, I'm all for it.

Lilly Truscott:
You're dad is...

Miley Stewart:
I know!

[talking about Hatty]

James:
Why do you hate her so much?

Aunt Melbourne:
I hate her because it's so easy for the rest of you to love her.

[talking about her husband, Timothy West]

Prunella Scales:
This journey to the town of Llangollen is very personal to us. Fifty years ago we spent our honeymoon there, and in the year of our golden wedding anniversary, I can't help thinking about those early days of our courtship when we were both young actors. I met Tim... We were in a terrible, terrible play called "She Died Young". We had a sort of mild, Times-crossword flirtation during the rehearsals, and he said "Would you like to come to the pictures?" I said "Yeah, love to." And we went to the pictures and went our separate ways home. And eventually he and I started going out together, as it were, and then we got married and we've had two smashing kids. He never bores me. When he talks about things, it's always interesting or entertaining. I don't know - we just fit somehow.

[talking about his love of the word "manure"]

George Costanza:
When you consider the other choices, "manure" is actually pretty refreshing.

[talking about Lois]

Jonathan Kent:
Do you love her, son?

Clark:
Yeah, I do.

Jonathan Kent:
Well, then tell her.

[Talking about signing his $5,000.00 life insurance policy over to Gabby]

Mrs. Edith Chisholm:
You're in love with her, aren't you?

Alan Squier:
Yes, I suppose I am. And not unreasonably. She has heroic stuff in her. She may be one of the immortal women of France. Another Joan of Arc, George Sand, Madame Curie, or Du Barry. I want to show her that I believe in her, and how else can I do it? Living, I'm worth nothing to her. Dead, I can buy her the tallest cathedrals, golden vineyards, and dancing in the streets. One well-directed bullet will accomplish all that, and it'll earn a measure of reflected glory for him that fired it and him that stopped it. This document will be my ticket to immortality. It'll inspire people to say of me, "There was an artist who died before his time." Will you do it, Duke?

Duke Mantee:
I'll be glad to.

[talking about the inflatable Penis]

Jerry St Clair:
We're not having that.

Brian Potter:
You're damn right Jerry, we're not having that go on take it back.

Dodgy Eric:
But Brian...

Brian Potter:
It's a family fun day man, there's kiddies running around. They can't go jumping up and down on a love length.

[talking about the next-door neighbour's noisy love-making]

Rose Linden:
Did you hear the Merry Widow last night? Sounded like a blocked drain getting sorted by Dyno-Rod.

[imitates neighbour's grunting and groaning]

[talking about the old trains that are going for scrap, now that the new trains are replacing them]

Dylan Glenister - Train Driver, Piccadilly Line:
I'd love to preserve one of these when they go. Really. Seriously. If not the whole carriage then just the cab. And the missus, she's well up for it. She said "Dyl, if that's what you want to do, you do it. I know it means a lot to you." Just the cab section, that's all. Stick it in the front room somewhere and just a paint a big black circle around it. While she's watching The X Factor, I can say "Oh look, I used to drive these."

[talking to demons]

Goodwin:
You're sick.

Rodan:
You can say that again.

Goodwin:
You demon beasts.

Rodan:
Go on, give us more.

Goodwin:
You're wicked and evil.

Taurez:
I love it, keep going.

Goodwin:
No, you're worse than evil. You're...wevil! Pure wevil!

[Tanya reads a newspaper advertisement that Ray has pointed out]

Tanya Skagle:
"Big Donnie: Will give you every inch of his love." Why are you showing me this?

Ray Drecker:
That's my ad.

Tanya Skagle:
This is you? Are you kidding? Please tell me this isn't you.

Ray Drecker:
You're the one that gave me the idea.

Tanya Skagle:
To be a man-whore? Ray, that's disgusting. That's pathetic.

Ray Drecker:
Well, I'm a pathetic kind of guy.

[Tecuichpo and Topiltzin make love in the monastery]

Tecuichpo:
[in Nahuatl] We are made of one piece.

Topiltzin:
[in Nahuatl] Tecuichpo... the survival of our blood depends on us.

[Ted and Emmett are at a ski lodge, with Ted just about to blow out his birthday candles]

Ted:
Every year I always wish for the same thing - a boyfriend. Someone to love who'll love me. This year I think I'm gonna wish for something else. The wisdom and maturity to realize that I won't find what I want by looking for it. Not expect someone else to give me what I never gave myself. That I'm not a half waiting to be made a whole. And even if that special person never comes along... I'll be just fine.

[Suddenly, Blake walks up behind Ted]

Blake Wyzecki:
Ted?

Ted:
Blake?

Blake Wyzecki:
I thought it was you.

Ted:
What are you doing here?

Blake Wyzecki:
I'm on the gay ski team. And it's gay ski week.

Ted:
Right. Uh, you remember...

Blake Wyzecki:
Emmett.

Emmett:
Yeah, wow, what a surprise. And Teddy was just about to hang up his skis.

[Ted is explaining his idea for a new TV series which features twin brothers who are civil engineers]

Elliot Nichols:
You're on slightly shaky ground here, son. Who play the brothers?

Ted:
How do you mean?

Roland:
What actors are you proposing?

Ted:
Actors? I dunno. I haven't really thought about actors. The brothers' characters...

Phil Parish:
Ted, Ted, love, with respect, sod the characters. What you have to...

Ted:
But the whole story revolves around...

Roland:
Sod the story. Who are the stars? The big names.

Elliot Nichols:
That's the bottom line. If you want to get your series on TV, 1: get your stars; 2: make it about police, detectives or doctors. OK?

Phil Parish:
These twin brothers, Ted. Which one's gay?

Ted:
They've got girlfriends.

Roland:
Are *they* in the police?

Ted:
No.

Phil Parish:
And one of *them's* gay?

Ted:
No.

Roland:
It's no good for Channel 4, then.

Elliot Nichols:
So hang on. Let me get my head around this? Who's shagging who? Is one of the brothers shagging the other brother's bird?

Ted:
No, there is no shagging.

Roland:
No good for ITV, then. Or the BBC. Or Channel 4. Or Five.

Phil Parish:
[Phil's watch alarm bleeps] Ah. I better go. Busy busy. I hope that's helped.

Ted:
The brothers are building this bridge, right. You see the thing about this bridge is...

Roland:
Ted, TV is quizzes or cooking or gardening or DIY or drama. And drama! is either handcuffs or stethoscopes. Not about building bridg! es. Your idea's a bit too avant-garde.

Elliot Nichols:
And it'll still need stars, detectives and doctors.

Roland:
And shagging.

Elliot Nichols:
And shagging. Never underestimate the intelligence of the viewing public.