Search results for 'love' Page #1,013

[Ted runs away from Donny all over the New York Comic-Con, then he hides among a display of similar teddy bears. Donny sees the display]

Donny:
You know, I really love that Neil Diamond. Especially that song they sing at the, uh, the Red Sox games. It's just so infectious. You just can't help but sing along.

Donny:
[singing] Hands touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you, Sweet Caroline...

[Ted suddenly reacts to the song, giving himself away among the teddy bears]

Ted:
Bah, bah, bah!

[Donny lunges at him]

Ted:
F***! Crazy son of a bitch!

[Ted struggles to escape by punching Donny, but Donny punches back]

Vendor:
Hey! What are you doing to that bear?

Donny:
I'm sorry, I uh,

Vendor:
You better be planning on buying that!

Donny:
He just reminds me of when I was a kid.

Vendor:
Yeah, that's great. $40.

Donny:
Okay. I have $40 here.

[Donny gives the vendor his money before walking away with Ted]

[the "Family Skills" course is almost over, and the agent is testing Homer and Cletus]

Goodman:
OK, let's see if we've learned anything. I want you two to simulate a typical household problem. Go.

Cletus:
Uh, Pa, I cut my finger on the screen door again.

Homer:
[as he strangles Cletus] Why you cotton-pickin...

[the class looks critically at Homer]

Homer:
[to himself] No, I gotta pass this class for my kids. [to Cletus] Son, let's stop the fussin' and the feudin'.

Cletus:
I love you, Pa! [then sobs]

Homer:
I love you, Cletus! [then sobs too]

[the Adventures of Ned Flanders:
Love That God]

Todd Flanders:
We're not going to church today!

Ned Flanders:
*What*? You give me one good reason!

Todd Flanders:
It's Saturday!

Ned Flanders:
Okely-dokely-doo!

[the angel opens up a whisky flask to take a drink only to realize that it's empty]

Angel:
[shouting skyward again] OH, THANKS A LOT! YOU CAN TURN WATER INTO WINE, BUT YOU CAN'T SEND ME DOWN HERE WITH ANY GOOD BOOZE! LOVE YA! ARGGGGH!

Al:
Oh I see now, you're one of my wife's relatives. I never saw one standing upright before.

Angel:
No, much like a neutered dog, you don't get it, Bundy. Read my lips, I'm YOUR guardian angel.

Al:
[sarcastic] Hell, I got to apologize. I just though you were a nut. Well, I'll get my guitar, you go get Elvis, and the three of us will rock in the new year!

[The angel workers sees Gary doing inappropriate stuff to the statue]

Claudius:
What are you doing, Gary?

Gary Bunda:
I'm just marking my ball.

Claudius:
Well, the course is way over there.

Gary Bunda:
Oh, must have shanked it.

Claudius:
Yeah, that's a term. I mean, it looks like you're taking a poop, so...no one wants to see your butt.

Gary Bunda:
I'm made in God's image. Me and God have the same exact perfect butt. You criticizing God's butt?

Wendy:
[gasps] Are you, Claudius? Are you criticizing God's butt?

Claudius:
Of course I'm not criticizing God's butt.

Dennis:
Claudius!

Wendy:
It seemed like -- It seemed like you were.

Claudius:
I love God's butt.

Gary Bunda:
Why don't you go whack some balls around? On the holes.

Claudius:
They're called links.

Gary Bunda:
So are sausages.

[the arcade game has been replaced by a fortune telling machine]

Beth:
Come on, isn't she cool?

Dave:
No! No! Where's the fun in that?

Beth:
Dave, I know in time you'll grow to love her. [Gives Dave a quarter; he drops quarter into machine]

Dave:
I wish I were big.

[The Beast lays dying with Belle at his side; meanwhile, the rose is down to its last petal]

Beast:
You... you came back.

Belle:
Of course I came back. I couldn't let them.... [hugs the Beast] Oh, this is all my fault. If only I'd gotten here sooner...

Beast:
Maybe it's better... it's better this way.

Belle:
Don't talk like that. You'll be all right. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine. You'll see.

[knowing better, the Beast reaches up and touches Belle's cheek]

Beast:
At least... I got to see you.... one last time.

[his paw falls and his eyes close]

Belle:
No. No! Please! Please! Please don't leave me! [Sobs] I love you.

[the last petal falls away, leaving Cogsworth, Lumiere, and Mrs. Potts distraught; suddenly, a magical shower falls around the Beast and Belle, and the Beast rises into the air, turning into a human prince; then he lands on the ground and when he gets up, he turns toward Belle]

Prince Adam:
Belle... it's me.

Belle:
[she looks into his eyes and recognizes him] It is you!

[The Beast lays dying with Belle at his side]

Beast:
[weakly as he holds Belle’s hand, breathing heavily] You came back.

Belle:
[tearfully] Of course I came back. I’ll never leave you again.

Beast:
I’m afraid it's my turn to leave.

Belle:
We’re together now. It’s going to be fine.

Beast:
At least I got to see you one last time.

[The last petal falls and the Beast dies]

Belle:
No. Please, no. [starts crying] Come back.

[the last petal falls, the Beast dies, and the servants began to freeze up; at the entrance the servants celebrate after chasing the mob out]

Lumière:
We did it, Plumette! Victory is ours! [realizes she has frozen up into a feather duster] Plumette? Plumette! Oh, my darling Plumette... [sadly sets her down]

[Maestro Cadenza and Madame de Garderobe share their final moments]

Madame de Garderobe:
Oh, Maestro... You were so brave... Goodbye, my love... [reverts to a wardrobe]

Maestro Cadenza:
Amore?... No! Don't leave me... [he struggles to speak and the effects of the spell overtake him, reverting him to a harpsichord]

[Frou-Frou barks at the now inanimate Wardrobe and Harpsichord, as he lets out a final cry, turning into a footstool. Mrs. Potts frantically jumps around in search for Chip]

Mrs. Potts:
Chip? Chip! Have you seen Chip? He ran off! [sobs as she frantically panics unaware of what will happen] Where is my little boy...?! [her faces slowly fades from the teapot as she freezes up, as Chip emerges from the castle]

Chip:
Mama!

Cogsworth:
Oh, no.

Chip:
Mom! [he and his saucer flip upside down as they fly up and fall to the ground. The saucer crashes into the ground as Chapeau barely catches him and places him besides his mother as they both make their final transformation into inanimate objects]

[Lumière and Cogsworth are the only ones left. Knowing their time is up, they share their final goodbyes]

Cogsworth:
Lumière, I... I can't speak...!

Lumière:
[sadly] It's alright, Cogsworth.

Cogsworth:
I can't... Lumière, my friend... it was an honor to serve... with you. [freezes up, into a mantel clock]

Lumière:
The honor... was mine. [freezes up, into a candelabra. His flames extinguish.]

[Agathe comes in the West Wing]

Belle:
[crying over the Beast's death] Come back. Please don't leave me. I love you. [kisses him]

[the boat is leaving the dock, and Carl has forced Jack to accompany him because he hasn't finished the script]

Jack Driscoll:
God damn it!

Carl Denham:
I keep telling you, Jack. There's no money in theatre. That's why you should stick with film.

Jack Driscoll:
No, Carl, it's not about the money. I love theatre.

Carl Denham:
No you don't. If you really loved it, you would've jumped.

[the Bollywood movie Nina's mother watches]:
In this world you only love once. You live with this pain of love. You die with this pain of love. What is there to be afraid of when you are in love? To love does not mean you have stolen anything...

[The Chipmunks are rehearsing after meeting and falling in love with the Chipettes]

Alvin:
[referring to Brittany] I never thought I'd say this, but, pink is my new favorite color.

Simon:
[referring to Jeanette] Her glasses were quite fetching.

Theodore:
[referring to Eleanor] She's like a beautiful green gumdrop.

[The Cinimenium, a massive multiplex theatre, is quickly constructed over Bugs Bunny's hole. Bugs hears explosions from the film "The Battle for Brooklyn" and burrows into the auditorium where the film is being shown.]

Movie Actor:
It's matter if it's dangerous, huh? I was born in Brooklyn, I dropped out of school in Brooklyn, and now I'm gonna be ready to die for Brooklyn.

Movie actress:
Benny, I love you.

[Bugs munched on his carrot]

Elmer Fudd:
Ssshhhh.

[Elmer points his flashlight at Bugs]

Bugs Bunny:
Eh, what's up, doc?

Elmer Fudd:
Excuse me, but you have to be qwiet ow - Hey, I didn't see you come in. If you haven't got a ticket, I must ask you to weave.

Bugs Bunny:
Ask me to leave? What about you? Where's your ticket, Mac.

Elmer Fudd:
Me? Uh, I don't a ticket.

Bugs Bunny:
No ticket?

Elmer Fudd:
It must be hewe somepwace.

Bugs Bunny:
[quickly disguises himself as an officer] No ticket, eh? Well you've got one now. You know how fast were coming down to that aisle?

Elmer Fudd:
No, officew.

Bugs Bunny:
REAL fast. And weaving. And you've got one headlight. Why there might've been kids playing in the aisle. You're in some big trouble, that's all I know.

Elmer Fudd:
Oh, Mw. officew, siw, pwease give bweak. You see, I was just - Hey, you'we dat scwewy wabbit dat snuck in hewe!

[Bugs runs out, pursued by Elmer]

Daffy Duck:
[outside the back of the theater] Seven bucks for a movie! The price for an evening of puerile entertainment is preposterous! I could better spend an evening in the library, which is why I always carry this. [reveals a library card, which he uses to open the back door and sneak in. However, he collides with Bugs and Elmer.]

Elmer Fudd:
Sneak into my deater will you, you wascally wabbit!?

Daffy Duck:
"Wabbit?" Pardon, mon frere, but this is the rabbit you seek. I'm no rabbit.

Bugs Bunny:
Well, if he's no rabbit, then where are his ears?

Daffy Duck:
Yeah, Einstein, if I'm no rabbit, then where are my- Oh no, nuh-uh. End of discussion. I've come too far. I'm above all that now.

Bugs Bunny:
But not above sneaking into movie theaters.

Daffy Duck:
Yeah, but not above sneak- Are you going to stand around jabbering all day? Catch this guy!

[Both begin chasing Bugs]

Daffy Duck:
Attaboy, Robespierre! Capture the scoundrel! Let justice prevail!

[They run into another auditorium, but all three accidentally step on chewing gum and get stuck. They begin gum-dancing, whereupon Bugs escapes. Daffy discovers this, but Elmer doesn't notice and continues dancing.]

Daffy Duck:
[slaps Elmer] Knock it off, Baryshnikov. He's getting away.

[Bugs is disguised as a snack bar attendant]

Elmer Fudd:
Say, have you seen a wabbit wun by hewe?

Bugs Bunny:
No I haven't, Mac, but what can I get ya?

Elmer Fudd:
Weww, I am kinda hungwy...

[Daffy face-palms]

Elmer Fudd:
How 'bout a wawge popcown.

[Bugs gives Elmer a box of popcorn bigger than Elmer]

Elmer Fudd:
And a medium soft dwink.

[Bugs gives Elmer a medium soda, still larger than Elmer]

Bugs Bunny:
Would you like genuine, artificial, imitation, butter-flavor on your popcorn?

Daffy Duck:
Look, my little gluttonous friend does anything here appear to be out of the ordinary?

Elmer Fudd:
They'we aww out of gum dwops?

Daffy Duck:
Let me make it easy you, Sherlock. [pulls Bugs' ears through his hat] THIS IS THE RABBIT!

Elmer Fudd:
Hey, you'we wight.

[Bugs runs away]

Daffy Duck:
After him!

[Daffy and Elmer chase after Bugs, but Bugs spills butter all over the floor and Daffy and Elmer are slipping on the butter]

Bugs Bunny:
Two seats down front.

[Daffy and Elmer have been sent flying into a movie]

Daffy Duck:
Hey! We're in pictures!

[they watch as a Jason Voorhees look-alike appears and revs his chainsaw; they scream in panic and struggle to leave the movie]

Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd:
[simultaneously]  Let me out of here!  Wet me out of hewe!

Daffy Duck Wah-ha-ha-ha!

Elmer Fudd:
Wet us out of hewe!

Bugs Bunny:
[watching from the audience] It takes a miracle to get into pictures, and now these two jokers wanna get out.

[The clock chimes midnight]

Leon:
Do you hear that?

Ninotchka:
It's twelve o'clock.

Leon:
It's midnight. Look at the clock. One hand has met the other hand. They kiss. Isn't that wonderful?

Ninotchka:
That's the way a clock works. What's wonderful about it?

Leon:
Ninotchka, it's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.

Ninotchka:
You merely feel you must put yourself in a romantic mood to add to your exhilaration.

Leon:
I can't possibly think of any better reason.

Ninotchka:
That's false sentimentality.

Leon:
Oh, you analyze everything out of existence. You'd analyze me out of existence but I won't let you. Love isn't so simple, Ninotchka. Ninotchka, why do doves bill and coo? Why do snails, the coldest of all creatures, circle interminably around each other? Why do moths fly hundreds of miles to find their mates? Why do flowers slowly open their petals? Oh, Ninotchka, Ninotchka, surely you feel some slight symptom of the divine passion? A general warmth in the palms of your hands, a strange heaviness in your limbs, a burning of the lips that isn't thirst but something a thousand times more tantalizing, more exulting, than thirst?

Ninotchka:
You are very talkative. [He kisses her]

Leon:
Was that talkative?

Ninotchka:
No, that was restful. Again. [After being encouraged, Leon kisses her again] Thank you.

Leon:
Oh, my barbaric Ninotchka. My impossible, unromantic, statistical - [She takes charge and kisses him back] Again.

[the Commando Elite begin playing The Spice Girls' Wannabe]

Alan Abernathy:
What are they doing?

Irene Abernathy:
Psychological warfare.

Christy Fimple:
The Marines did this against Noriega.

Marion Fimple:
Phil! Phil!

Phil Fimple:
What?

Marion Fimple:
I love this song!

[the confrontation between Romeo and Tybalt]

Tybalt Capulet:
Romeo! The love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: thou art a villain! Therefore turn and draw!

Romeo Montague:
But Tybalt, I have not harmed thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise!

Tybalt Capulet:
Oh, wretched boy, I am for you! OH, I AM SLAIN!

[Tybalt takes a bow and storms offstage. Confused, Romeo and the Narrator ramble through the text to figure out where they are]

the Narrator:
...Moving right along...

[the court has to finish its docket by midnight to let the last defendant out in time to rescue his true love from her snob mother]

Christine Sullivan:
I think your daughter could do a lot worse than a guy like Ben.

Mrs. Rollins:
I didn't send my daughter to Europe for two years so she could marry a loser, and end up pregnant working in some dead-end job, like... well, like YOU!

[she walks away; Christine slowly turns around]

Christine Sullivan:
Sir, I say we take the bitch down.

[the crew is examining a Xindi-Insectoid ship]

Lieutenant Malcolm Reed:
My father'd love to get a look at this place. He's fascinated by insects - always filling the house up with bugs he's collected. Drives my mother crazy.

Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III:
Maybe we can bring home something new for his collection.

[the Critic is talking about the South Park episode in which Britney Spears gets so much attention in the media, at the expense of the world, so they try and exploit her]

Nostalgia Critic:
It talks about the obsession with celebrities our society has, but "South Park" asks the important question, "Who the f*** cares?" There's no doubt that people love bullshit, but this episode says, "For the love of God, get a f***ing life and stop thinking how you can live through others!" It's like that show, "TMZ". You know, the... worst humanity has ever put on... in the... history of the human race? So terrible that I hate getting a clip to show you because I feel like getting the footage is giving them a fraction of support and that makes me feel like the devil? That f***ing bad? And yet people still watch them like they're saying something important, when all they're doing is praying somebody will blow their brains out to preserve whatever measly shreds of journalistic decency they have left?

[the Critic is watching a PSA where a dad learns that his son learned to do drugs through him]

Nostalgia Critic:
Actually, I love this PSA, because I always wondered how the conversation went afterwards. [as dad] I taught you how to do this, son? [as son] Yeah, well, you were high while you were doing it. [as dad] Oh yeah yeah, that makes sense, yeah. So, uh, did you ever figure out where to buy the filters for the bongs? [as son] Well, most places like Ace Hardware don't sell them anymore, you know, for this exact reason, but there's still a lot of places online that could hook you up, and for reasonable prices too. [as dad] Really? [as son] Oh yeah, real cheap. [as dad] I taught you well, son. [as son] Well, I had a good teacher... [normal voice] Now that's a PSA I would listen to!

[the dancers are learning their assignments in A Midsummer Night's Dream]

Abigail Armstrong:
Who are I, sir?

Patrick:
Puck. The one who makes things worse before they get better.

Sammy Lieberman:
That's typecasting.

Patrick:
The point to remember is that while most of the ballet is about mixed signals and misunderstandings, in the end true love wins out.

[the demons try to cut the baby in a hoagie]

Gary Bunda:
[to the baby] You want to be a sandwich? Oh, I know you don't want to be a sandwich. Nobody does.

Claude:
Satan wanted baby meat -- Thinly sliced or in chunks like a tuna salad sandwich.

Gary Bunda:
I will kidnap Kyle, and I will put Kyle on this sandwich, but I will not thinly slice Kyle.

Claude:
So, you just -- You're just gonna put fabric, and people are gonna be eating a whole baby like that?

Gary Bunda:
I'm not talking its clothes off. I'm not Woody Allen.

Claude:
Well, then, do you want to glue fur and sew a dick on Lena Dunham?

Gary Bunda:
I would love to meet her.

Benji:
Guys, I'll sew a dick. I'll slice a baby.

Gary Bunda:
[to Benji] Don't even think about touching it, okay?

[the detectives are investigating the murder of a gay man - they have in custody a reverend who was protesting at his funeral]

Det. Elliot Stabler:
[reading his file] Reverend Mitchell Shaw... you really get around. Protesting in Vermont, at the Supreme Court... cheering at the funeral of a six-year-old who died of AIDS.

Det. Olivia Benson:
Maybe you should switch to a career in publicity.

Rev. Mitchell Shaw:
The Lord asked me to do his work.

Det. Elliot Stabler:
Did he ask you to ignore all that, uh, "love thy neighbor" stuff?

Rev. Mitchell Shaw:
"If a man lie with mankind as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination. They shall surely be put to death, their blood is upon them." Leviticus.

Det. Elliot Stabler:
The Bible also says I can sell my daughters into slavery and be put to death if I work on a Sunday. 12 years of Catholic school. Anyone can memorize words, Reverend. Doesn't make 'em righteous.

Rev. Mitchell Shaw:
The city is filled with sodomites and you waste your time protecting them, and yet you wonder why so many of your NYPD brothers were struck down on September 11th. Do you not see the Lord's judgment upon you?

[Elliot shoves away the table and gets right in Shaw's face]

Det. Elliot Stabler:
I see a scared, shriveled-up piece of trash who uses God to justify his bigotry.

[the Doctor - as Father Mulligan - is holding a lively sermon]

Grace:
[to her husband] He's in love with the sound of his own voice.

The Doctor:
[carrying on] Whether we are man or woman, parent or child, flesh and blood, or photons and force fields... It has been said...

Grace:
On the other hand, perhaps he's been nipping at the sacramental wine.

[the Doctor is feeling his body just after regenerating.]

The Doctor:
Hair! I'm not bald! Ooh... big hair. Sideburns - I've got sideburns! Ooh, really bad skin. Little bit thinner; that's weird. Give me time, I'll get used to it. I... have got a mole. I can feel it. Between my shoulder blades, there's a mole. And it's all right! Love the mole. Go on, then. Tell me... What do you think?