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[the Doctor thinks his programs is about to break down]

The Doctor:
[to Janeway] I've had something on my conscience for a long time. After I was first activated, I kept a record of what I considered to be your most... questionable command decisions. It's in my personal database. I hope you'll delete the file without reading it.

The Doctor:
[to Tuvok] Mr. Tuvok. I violated the most sacred trust between a physician and his patient. I told Mr. Neelix about the cutaneous eruption you developed on your...

[looks furtively around, realizing everyone else is listening]

The Doctor:
That was indiscreet. I hope you can forgive me.

The Doctor:
[to Kim] Ensign. At your recital last month, I told Lieutenant Torres that your saxophone playing reminded me of a wounded targ. I should have put it more delicately! I'm sorry!

The Doctor:
[pushing Kim aside] Seven.

Seven of Nine:
You should remain still.

The Doctor:
You have no idea how difficult it's been, hiding my true feelings all these years, averting my eyes during your regular maintenance exams.

[the Doctor's holomatrix starts to glitch]

The Doctor:
[falling on his knees] I know you could never have the same feelings for me, but I want you to know the truth. I love you, Seven.

[his program glitches again]

Seven of Nine:
Your cognitive algorithms are malfunctioning.

The Doctor:
[stands up and waves the others goodbye] Goodbye, my friends! Speak well of me!

[the Doctor disappears]

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
Is he...?

B'Elanna Torres:
No, I've got him.

[the Doctor reappears, with his hand still held up]

The Doctor:
What happened?

B'Elanna Torres:
I deleted the extraneous subroutines.

The Doctor:
I'm not going to decompile?

Captain Kathryn Janeway:
You'll probably outlive us all.

[hands him back his mobile emitter]

Tom Paris:
Doc - anything... else you'd like to confess?

[the Doctor unlocks Cassie from her table]

Cassie Rice:
Great, but we're still trapped.

The Doctor:
Ha, I love 1958. No one's seen Die Hard. Or Alien. Nor Die Hard 2. Or Aliens. Or Die Hard 3.

Jimmy Stalkingwolf:
Doc, what are you talking about?

[Doctor points to ventilation shaft]

[The employees saw William get snatch by her wife, Sheila on a demon bird sending them to the real world]

Satan:
Alright, alright. Nothing to see. It's over.

Gary Bunda:
What just happened?!

Satan:
True love, alright? So, everyone just, uh, go back to your sloppy todds.

Gary Bunda:
Is he gone? Like, gone gone.

Claude:
True love can get us out of here?

Satan:
Yeah.

[The employees were surprised and excited]

Satan:
It's a big deal, okay? 'Cause they've got to, like, crawl through a tree stump and beat up a troll and then, like, swim through a bunch of throw-up. It's --

Gary Bunda:
I had a girlfriend who said that she truly loved me, um, but that she wasn't, like, in truly, love with me. And then she had complications with her car. And the steering wheel was all wonky.

Satan:
She was f***ing your brother, Jeff?

Gary Bunda:
Yeah.

Satan:
Yeah.

Gary Bunda:
Yeah, I found out about the later.

[Benji raises his hand]

Satan:
Uh, no, Benji. A boy that you raped doesn't count. Nice try, though.

Benji:
Aw.

[The enchanted objects battle the villagers. Maestro Cadenza tackles people as they approach him]

Maestro Cadenza:
Ha ha! Such sweet music! Stand back!

[A furious Clothilde, wielding an ax, sees him]

Clothilde:
Silence that harpsichord!

Maestro Cadenza:
Wha--uh-oh...

[On the second floor balcony, Madame de Garderobe looks down and sees Cadenza, her husband, for the first time in decades]

Madame de Garderobe:
MAESTRO?

Maestro Cadenza:
[overjoyed] DARLING! AT LAST!

Madame de Garderobe:
I'm coming, my love! [climbing onto the balcony's railing] This is it: the FAT LADY IS SINGING! [hitting an extremely high note] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

[Madame de Garderobe hurls herself off the balcony, piledriving Clothilde with a crash]

Maestro Cadenza:
BRAVISSIMA!

[the episode opens with Crow in a cryogenic chamber]

Crow T. Robot:
Hi, folks. Welcome to the Satellite of... Love. Say, uh, Tom, what's with the Crow-in-the-box?

Joel:
Oh, I'm just taking Crow's temperature down to absolute zero! Woohoo!

Crow T. Robot:
Tom! If you do that, you'll cease all molecular activity! It could start a chain reaction that could destroy us all!

Joel:
Yeah, that's how it played out in our scenario. Hey, wait a minute! That would be really stupid!

[Joel puts on a pair of thermal gloves and opens the cryogenic chamber]

Crow T. Robot:
Hang on, Crow! Don't worry! I got ya!

[Joel reaches into the chamber and Crow shatters]

Joel:
Good one, Joel!

Crow T. Robot:
Oops. We'll be right back.

Joel:
I'm not putting him back together, either.

[the family runs into the house and find Plopper the Pig sitting on the couch. The family sits down and Homer happily cradles him]

Homer Simpson:
My summer love.

Plopper:
Oink.

[the first time back in his bedroom since Edith's death - Archie finds Edith's slipper]

Archie Bunker:
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be the first one to go. I always used to kid you about going first. You know I never meant none of that. That morning when you was laying there, I was shaking you and yelling at you to go down and fix my breakfast. I didn't know. You had no right to leave me like that!

[he picks up the slipper]

Archie Bunker:
Without giving me just one more chance to say I love you...

[The following only appears in the Extended Edition]

Saruman:
You have fought many wars and slain many Men, Théoden king, and made peace afterwards. Can we not take council together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?

Théoden:
We shall have peace. We shall have peace, when you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the Gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet, for the sport of your own crows, we shall have peace!

Saruman:
Gibbets and crows?! Dotard! [to Gandalf] What do you want, Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess. The Key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the Seven Kings, and the rods of the Five Wizards!

Gandalf the White:
Your treachery has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk. But you could save them, Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's council.

Saruman:
So you have come here for information? I have some for you. [holds out the Palantír] Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it. Even now, he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You are all going to die. But you know this, don't you, Gandalf? [indicates Aragorn] You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the Throne of Gondor! This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king! Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the halfling, before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death.

Gimli:
I've heard enough! [to Legolas] Shoot him, stick an arrow in his gob!

Gandalf the White:
No. Come down, Saruman, and your life will be spared.

Saruman:
Save your pity and your mercy! I have no use for it! [shoots a ball of fire from his staff at Gandalf, who emerges unharmed]

Gandalf the White:
[sternly] Saruman! Your staff is broken! [as he speaks, Saruman's staff shatters in his hands. From behind him, Gríma Wormtongue appears]

Théoden:
Gríma! You need not follow him. You were not always as you are now. You were once a Man of Rohan! Come down.

Saruman:
"A Man of Rohan"? What is the House of Rohan, but a thatched barn, where brigards drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs?! The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden Horse Master! You are a lesser son of greater sires!

Théoden:
[to Gríma] Gríma, come down. Be free of him.

Saruman:
Free?! He will never be free!

Gríma Wormtongue:
No.

Saruman:
Get down, cur! [hits him across the face]

Gandalf the White:
Saruman! You were deep in the enemy's council. Tell us what you know.

Saruman:
You withdraw your guard and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here!

[From behind him, Gríma suddenly stabs him the back numerous times. Legolas shoots him with an arrow to the heart, killing him, while Saruman topples from Orthanc to his death on a spiked wheel below]

[the gang discovers who the father of Carla's baby is]

Norm Peterson:
Marshall?

Cliff Clavin:
Carla made love to a Ph.D. from MIT?

Ernie 'Coach' Pantusso:
[Annoyed] Hey, look, you guys, if you can't say it in front of me don't say it at all.

[the gang is arguing about what to "name" Isaiah]

Stagecoach Mary, Love GAng:
Hey, I broke him, I'll name him!

[the gang surrounds DeShawn and starts to mug him when Goldtooth returns to the scene after raping a prostitute in a back alley]

Goldtooth:
The f*** is this? You crossin' my street? You gotta pay the toll. You see, there's two ways to get off this street: you work for me, or the other way.

DeShawn:
I ain't gonna run drugs for you.

Goldtooth:
[laughs] I love this kid. I was kinda hopin' you'd say that.

[Goldtooth gets up and turns around before snapping his fingers, signalling his thugs to rough up DeShawn]

[The girl puppies are excited about hearing about getting a bath.]

Annette:
Oh, excellent! I love getting a bath!

Collette:
It makes my fur so silky smooth!

Danielle:
Yeah! Heh-heh!

[they start arguing over who goes first]

Danielle:
Wait a minute!

Scamp:
[grossed out] Gah. I hate baths.

Tramp:
Just the same, Scamp, when you live in a house, you have to be clean.

Scamp:
Heh. Well, then, I'm glad I'm a wild dog!

[Tramp rolls his eyes in disagreement]

[the girls are proposing they find a girl for Raj]

Raj Koothrappali:
A couple of things: Don't tell them I come from money; I want them to love me for me. They must be *insanely* hot, like nines or tens.

Penny:
Nines or tens?

Raj Koothrappali:
OK, an eight is acceptable if she's willing to bring another eight to the hottub.

Bernadette Rostenkowski:
Bottom line, you'll take any woman who'll have you, right?

Raj Koothrappali:
In a New Delhi minute.

[the girls have just beaten Him in their dream]

Him:
Please. No more. Don't hit me. I don't understand. I was so close. I almost had you. You are supposed to be afraid.

Blossom:
Guess you should've done your homework, weirdo.

Bubbles:
We're sisters and we love each other!

Blossom:
And we're not afraid of anything as long as we have each other.

Buttercup:
Give me a break, you two. Yap, yap, yap. Can I toss this guy already?

[Blossom and Bubbles stare angrily at Buttercup, then smile at her]

Blossom:
Oh, okay.

[Buttercup turns to Him with a grin]

Him:
No. No, wait. It's cool. It's cool. Everything's cool!

[with one punch, Buttercup knocks Him out of their dream]

[The Guardian has knocked out Reese, who mistook it for an attacker]

Sarah:
Oh great. That's just great.

Guardian:
I did not kill him. [hands the rifle over to Sarah] We do not have long before the T-1000 acquires our position. [The Guardian grabs Reese and throws him in the back of the truck] Arguing with Kyle Reese puts us at a strategic disadvantage.

Sarah:
[glares at him] Bite me.

Guardian:
That is a very immature response. [The Guardian gets in the driver's seat. Sarah climbs into the back of the truck with Reese]

Sarah:
[to Reese] So you're the one I've been waiting for all my life. [She grabs the side of the truck as they pull away]

Guardian:
How is he?

Sarah:
Still breathing.

Guardian:
Good... Then you should be able to mate with Kyle Reese in this timeline.

Sarah:
OK, we're not having this conversation again. [she gets up and takes the passenger's seat]

Guardian:
We know that your son will be John Connor, and that the machines cannot be defeated without him. I do not see a choice.

Sarah:
The story of my life. Look, and it's not just "mating"! I'm supposed to fall in love with him!

Guardian:
My files do not deal with love.

Sarah:
Shocker there...

Guardian:
You're being emotional.

Sarah:
This is my life! I wouldn't mind being consulted once in a while about how it's gonna go!

[the holiday mascots are talking about what they do]

Cupid:
Well, I make kids fall in love.

Kids:
EW.

Cupid:
Point taken.

[the Impossible Man turns into a satellite]

Reed Richards:
Um, Impy, what are you doing?

Impossible Man:
I love you guys, I love this planet! It's like some kind of paradise, so fun! People have to know!

Reed Richards:
NOOO!

Impossible Man:
YES! I'm letting all my people know they have to come here right now and check it out! You're gonna love my people! They're just like me, but you know, times a billion!

[the Invincible crew watches the appearance of the Red Rose]

Steiner:
Red Rose? Could it be... Beatrix?

Zidane:
Quite a woman you fell in love with!

Steiner:
You're one to talk!

Garnet:
Wait a minute, Steiner! What did you mean by that?

Zidane:
...Alright! Let's bust through!

[The Kimbles are driving home from a charity ball]

Helen Kimble:
Thank you for coming with me to that charity ball. I know how much you hate those functions, but God, I love looking at you in a tux.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
I just feel I look like I'm a waiter or something. [Kimble's cell phone rings; he switches it to a hands-free mode] Hello?

Chicago Memorial employee:
Dr. Kimble?

Dr. Richard Kimble:
Yes, it is.

Chicago Memorial employee:
Sorry to bother you, sir, but Dr. Stevens just went into emergency OR and asks if you could give him a hand on this one.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
All right, call him back. Tell him I'll be right there.

Chicago Memorial employee:
Thank you, doctor.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
Yep, thank you. Good night. [hangs up]

Helen Kimble:
I'll wait up for you.

[Scene flash-forwards to police station where Dr. Kimble is being interrogated]

Helen Kimble:
I'll wait up for you...I'll wait up for you.

[Richard Kimble is traumatized recalling the final conversation he had with his wife]

[the Lady calls Eduardo Flamingo to do a little job for her]

The Lady:
[the Lady hears a gun shot over the phone, she chuckles] Are you on a job?

Eduardo Flamingo:
It's not a job if you love what you do.

The Lady:
Oh, fair enough. Listen, um, I'm in a bit of a pinch over here.

Eduardo Flamingo:
I thought my membership was revoked?

The Lady:
Bygones, darling. Live and let live. So you eat people. Who am I to judge? The target is a Detective Gordon. I'll make it worth your while.

Eduardo Flamingo:
Send me the address.

[the lights flicker]

Dr. Mark Greene:
Jerry!

Jerry Markovic:
I called maintenance 4 times, they're working on it.

Dr. Susan Lewis:
Ohhh, maybe it's the ghost from the 5th floor.

Dr. Mark Greene:
Not you, too.

Nurse Lydia Wright:
It's a true story, Mark! It's up there!

Dr. Susan Lewis:
Poor guy, still pining away for the woman he loved.

Nurse Lydia Wright:
I thought he broke her heart.

Dr. Susan Lewis:
Broke his own heart is more like it.

Dr. Mark Greene:
And how do you know this?

Dr. Susan Lewis:
Because that's the story. It was Halloween night, the 1930s or something, up on the 5th floor. There was rain and thunder and lightning... he was a doctor, she was an intern...

Nurse Lily Jarvik:
She loved him, didn't she?

Dr. Susan Lewis:
[nods] But a really wealthy, handsome patient had fallen in love with her, and asked her to marry him.

Nurse Chuny Marquez:
What did she say?

Dr. Susan Lewis:
She didn't know what to say. So... she told the doctor.

Nurse Chuny Marquez:
What did he say?

Dr. Susan Lewis:
He said nothing.

Nurse Lily Jarvik:
I thought he loved her!

Dr. Susan Lewis:
He did love her, but he just stood there, he couldn't get the words out. And then, after she walked across the room, she turned back and looked at him... she put her hand to her lips, and blew him what would be their first and only kiss. They say it blew through him like a rush of cold wind.

Nurse Chuny Marquez:
That's so sad!

Jerry Markovic:
What happened?

Dr. Susan Lewis:
Unfortunately, the doc fell out the 5th floor window, so that's kind of it.

Dr. Mark Greene:
Well, I'm sure they worked on him in the O.R. for awhile.

[the Maximals fall through a hole Optimus Primal punched in the ground. Silverbolt catches Black Arachnia in his arms]

Black Arachnia:
I thought you said love was a luxury you couldn't afford?

Silverbolt:
We'll discuss it later.

[the men are in the kitchen, drinking the home-brewed beer that Smithy has brought]

Bryn:
Ooh, it's strong, isn't it?

Mick:
Yeah. You don't want too much of it. What percent is it, again?

Smithy:
Nineteen.

Bryn:
Oh yeah. Whoo! I like it. The funny thing is, it's not my usual tipple. Normally, I prefer a Cinzano. [Gavin laughs a little, Smithy laughs loudly]

Smithy:
[Mimicking Bryn's accent] Cinzano! [he laughs] I love your accent, Bryn! It's so much better than Stacey's. Say something else, go on, go on.

Bryn:
All right, uh, bear with me. I got it. [in a thick accent] I'm going down the Arms Park for half a dark! [They all laugh]

Gavin:
Now say something in Welsh. You know, in Welsh.

Bryn:
That's the thing, you see, I can't.

Smithy:
How do you mean?

Bryn:
I cannot speak the Welsh language. It's a constant source of embarrassment to me, but Welsh is not my mother tongue.

Mick:
Now, why is that, Bryn? Cos, every time I've been down there it seems none of you can speak it. I mean, you spend all that money on them signs and none of you can read 'em.

[The Mic Host sighs, picks up the Pick of Destiny. His eyes gleam with delight as he looks eerily round before revealing his true form as Satan.]

Jables:
Dude, I figured out, we can still use the Pick - I use it in one hand and you can use it in the other, its still compatible - Whaaa? Where is that Pick?

[both look up and see a gigantic fiery Satan resplendent in his evil glory]

Jables and KG:
[jumping in fear] Ah!

[Satan reattaches the Pick and returns to full power]

Satan:
[singing]] I am complete! Yes you are fucked, shit out of luck, now I'm complete and my cock you will suck! This world will be mine, and you're first in line, you bought me the Pick and now you shall both die!

[luckily, JB jumps in]

JB:
Waaait! Waaait! Waaaait you motherfucker! We challenge you, to play a rock-off challenge! [Satan sighs] Yeah, that's one chance you have to rock your socks off...

[silence]

Satan:
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The Demon Code prevents me, from declining a rock-off challenge, quick, name your terms, what's the caaa-aatch?

Jables:
If we win, you must take, your sorry ass back to Hell. And you will have to pay our reee-eee-eent.

Satan:
And if I win?

Jables:
[not thinking straight] Then you can take Kage back to Hell.

Kage:
What?

Jables:
Trust me Kage, its the only way.

Kage:
But what are you talking about?

Jables:
To be your love bitch!

Satan:
Fine! Fine! Let the rock off, begin! Mwahahahaha! [hardcore rock] I'm the Devil I love metal! Check this lick its fucking tasty, mwahaha! I'm the Devil I can do what I want, I can rock my ass in this flaunt, there's never been a rock off I've ever lost! I can't wait to take Kage back to Hell, I'm going to lick him with my hot demon gel, I'm going to squeal him like my scarlett pimpernel!

[Satan shows torture and sex instruments causing JB to yell no!]

JB:
NO! Ok Kage, let's fight his music, with our music.

Kage:
There's just no way we can win, that was a masterpiece.

JB:
Listen to me!

Kage:
He rocks so hard because he is not a mortal man!

JB:
Goddamnit Kage! He's going to make you his sex slave! You're gonna gurgle mayonnaise!

Kage:
Ohhh!

JB:
Unless we bust this massive mammojam!

Kage:
But JB, we've been through so much shit.

JB:
Deactivating lasers with my dick. Now it's time to blow this fucker down. Come on Kage, now it's time to blow doors down!

Kage:
I hear you Jables now its time to blow doors down!

JB:
Line up the stage cos its time for the showdown, but then we get to take this around town! Now we get to blow this fucker down! Come on Kage he's gonna get you if you don't blow this fucker down! We know your secret, your rock is faulty! Your rock can't hurt us or blow our minds, we're gonna defeat you, for all mankind, you hold the Sceptre, you hold the Key, you are the Devil, we are the D! We are the D we are the D we are the D we are the D we are the D we are the D we are the D!

[music ends]

Satan:
You guys are fucking lame! Come on Kage you're coming with me!!