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Allison Reynolds:
I'll do anything sexual. I don't need a million dollars to do it either.

Claire Standish:
You're lying.

Allison Reynolds:
I already have. I've done just about everything there is except a few things that are illegal. I'm a nymphomaniac.

Claire Standish:
Lie.

Brian Johnson:
Are your parents aware of this?

Allison Reynolds:
The only person I told was my shrink.

Andrew Clark:
And what did he do when you told him?

Allison Reynolds:
He nailed me.

Claire Standish:
Very nice.

Allison Reynolds:
I don't think that from a legal standpoint what he did can be construed as rape, since I paid him.

Claire Standish:
He's an adult.

Allison Reynolds:
Yeah, he's married too.

Claire Standish:
Do you have any idea how completely gross that is?

Allison Reynolds:
Well, the first few times...

Claire Standish:
The first few times? You mean you did it more than once?

Allison Reynolds:
Sure.

Claire Standish:
Are you crazy?

Brian Johnson:
Obviously she's crazy if she's screwing a shrink.

Allison Reynolds:
Have you ever done it?

Claire Standish:
I don't even have a psychiatrist.

Allison Reynolds:
Have you ever done it with a normal person?

Claire Standish:
Didn't we already cover this?

John Bender:
You never answered the question.

Claire Standish:
Look, I'm not going to discuss my private life with total strangers.

Allison Reynolds:
It's kind of a double edged sword isn't it?

Claire Standish:
A what?

Allison Reynolds:
Well, if you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you have you're a slut. It's a trap. You want to but you can't, and when you do you wish you didn't, right?

Claire Standish:
Wrong.

Allison Reynolds:
Or are you a tease?

Andrew Clark:
She's a tease.

Claire Standish:
I'm sure. Why don't you just forget it.

Andrew Clark:
Oh, you're a tease and you know it. All girls are teases.

John Bender:
She's only a tease if what she does gets you hot.

Claire Standish:
I don't do anything.

Allison Reynolds:
That's why you're a tease.

Claire Standish:
OK, let me ask you a few questions.

Allison Reynolds:
I already told you everything.

Claire Standish:
No. Doesn't it bother you to sleep around without being in love. I mean, don't you want any respect?

Allison Reynolds:
I don't screw to get respect. That's the difference between you and me.

Claire Standish:
It's not the only difference I hope.

John Bender:
Face it, you're a tease.

Claire Standish:
I'm NOT a tease.

John Bender:
Sure you are. Sex is your weapon. You said it yourself. You use it to get respect.

Claire Standish:
No, I never said that she twisted my words around.

John Bender:
What do you use it for then?

Claire Standish:
I don't use it period.

John Bender:
Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological?

Claire Standish:
I didn't mean it that way. You guys are putting words into my mouth.

John Bender:
Well, if you'd just answer the question.

Brian Johnson:
Why don't you just answer the question?

Andrew Clark:
Be honest.

John Bender:
No big deal.

Brian Johnson:
Yeah answer it.

Andrew Clark:
Answer the question, Claire.

John Bender:
Talk to us. Every one: C'mon, answer the question. Come on. Answer it.

John Bender:
C'mon, it's easy. It's only one question.

Claire Standish:
NO I NEVER DID IT.

Allison Reynolds:
I never did it either. I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar.

Allison:
I know our music isn't that mainstream - I love doing it. It's like my photography. I know there isn't that much demand for blurry photographs taken while running - but ... you know, who cares? The world's a playground! You know that when you are a kid, but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it.

Amedeo Modigliani:
Tell me, Pablo, how do you make love to a cube?

Amy Farrah Fowler:
I love cats. They're the epitome of indifference.

Amy:
Falling in love is a crazy thing to do. It's like a socially acceptable form of insanity.

Andie:
I love you Binky... but I don't have to like you right now.

Android 18:
[to Krillin] My husband, I love you...

Andy Stitzer:
You know what? I respect women! I love women! I respect them so much that I completely stay away from them!

Angela:
I could go on and on about his cock, his bone, his knob, his bishop, wang, thang, rod, hot rod, hump mobile, oscar, dong, dagger, banana, cucumber, salami, sausage, kielbassa, schlong, dink, tool, big ben, Mr. Happy, Peter Pecker, pee-pee, wee-wee, wiener, pisser, pistol, piston joint, hose, horn, middle leg, third leg, meat, stick, joystick, dipstick, one-eyed wonder, junior, little head, little guy, rumple foreskin, tootsie roll, love muscle, skin flute, roto-rooter, snake, hammer, rammer, spammer, bazooka, rubber, chubby, sticky, stubby, schmeck, schmuck, schvantze, ying-yang, yang...

Angus:
I wanted to grow old with you. You're beautiful and clever now - it's easy to love you now - but I'll still love you when the wind's dried you out, and when you're old and broken.

Ann Perkins:
What's up?

Leslie Knope:
What's wrong with me? Why do good guys hate me and gross guys love me? Diagnose me, you're a nurse.

Ann Perkins:
There's nothing wrong with you. You're an intelligent, classy, attractive woman, but for whatever reason, right now, only douchey guys are buying what you're selling.

Leslie Knope:
So I should go and ask them what they think it is I'm selling. [pause, nods] A douche-vestigation.

Annie Garrett:
Peter, are you there? Peter?

Peter:
Annie? Annie, is that you? Annie. Annie, what is it?

Annie Garrett:
Where are you?

Peter:
Five hours away.

Annie Garrett:
I want you to go back. Don't risk it. There's no reason. I won't be here and neither will Tom.

Peter:
How long?

Annie Garrett:
An hour. Two at the most. Peter? Peter!

Peter:
I'm here Annie.

Annie Garrett:
I've been thinking. I've been thinking a lot about Dad. We shouldn't have gotten him a grave. We should have come up here together with his ashes. He said this is where he was the happiest. He was a climber. I think every real climber would want to stay on the mountain. What do you think?

Peter:
I think we'll come back some day. The two of us. For Dad.

Annie Garrett:
I would've liked that.

Peter:
I'm coming to get you Annie.

Annie Garrett:
No, don't! Promise me. I don't want you to die. I can't let you do that.

Peter:
I don't care!

Annie Garrett:
Don't put me through it, you understand? Please? Just, please don't. Please. Good night Peter. I love you.

Annie Savoy:
I believe in the Church of Baseball. I've tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there's no guilt in baseball, and it's never boring... which makes it like sex. There's never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn't have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I'd never sleep with a player hitting under .250... not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. You see, there's a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I've got a ballplayer alone, I'll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. 'Course, a guy'll listen to anything if he thinks it's foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. 'Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball - now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God's sake? It's a long season and you gotta trust. I've tried 'em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.

Annie:
The sun'll come out Tomorrow, so you gotta hang on till tomorrow. Come what may. Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love ya, Tomorrow. You're only a day away.

Antharia Jack:
Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?

Antonio Luna:
Para kayong mga birheng naniniwala sa pag-ibig ng isang puta! (You are like virgins, who believes in the love of prostitutes!)

Apone:
All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the corps!

Aramis:
Perhaps you should take his offer. We're dead anyway.

Porthos:
He's right, D'Artagnan.

Phillippe:
Wait. Bargain me to Louis for all your lives. You've done your best. Please let me go.

D'Artagnan:
No, I cannot do it. Even if I could give up my king, I could never give up my son.

[they all look at him, thunderstruck]

Phillippe:
Your son?

D'Artagnan:
I loved your mother. I love her still. You are my son. I never knew you existed. And I never felt pride as a father. Until this moment.

Archie Bunker:
[Reading a comic book] Ha ha ha. Oh that Dennis. He really is a menace. Such a rotten kid I love him.

Ardeth Bey:
(narrating) Thebes, City of the Living. Crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti I. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest, keeper of the dead; birthplace of Anck-Su-Namun, Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her; but for their love, they were willing to risk life itself. To resurrect Anck-Su-Namun, Imhotep and his priests broke into her crypt and stole her body. They raced deep into the desert, taking Anck-Su-Namun's corpse to Hammunaptra, City of the Dead, ancient burial site for the sons of pharaohs, and resting place for the wealth of Egypt. For his love, Imhotep dared to cause anger by going deep into the city, where he took the black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place. Anck-Su-Namun's soul had been sent to the dark Underworld, her vital organs removed and placed in five sacred canopic jars. Anck-Su-Namun's soul had come back from the dead, but Pharaoh's bodyguards followed Imhotep and stopped him before the ritual was complete. Imhotep's priests were condemned to be mummified alive; as for Imhotep, he was condemned to endure the Hom Dai, the worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible had never been done before. He was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus, the undead for all eternity. The Medjai would never allow him to be released. For he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh-eater with the strength of the ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility. For centuries, men and armies fought over this city not knowing what evil lay beneath it; and we, the Medjai, the decendents of Pharaoh's sacred bodyguards, kept watch

Aria Blaze:
Ugh! I wish we'd never been banished to this awful place!

Adagio Dazzle:
[sarcastically] Really? I love it here!

Sonata Dusk:
For realsies? Because I think this place is the worst.

Aria Blaze:
I think *you're* the worst, Sonata.

Sonata Dusk:
Oh, yeah? Well, I think *you're*...

Adagio Dazzle:
Ergh! I'll tell you *one* thing, being stuck here with you two isn't making this world any more

[through clenched teeth]

Adagio Dazzle:
bearable. [There's suddenly a sound like thunder outside with a bright column of light outside the window, she runs outside to get a better look as the other two follow suit, as they see a double rainbow twist around each other and then go diagonally, then straight up as you see her pendant twinkle for a moment, she gasps] Did you feel that? [grins] Do you know what that is? [Aria and Sonata think for a moment, then shrug, then Adagio pulls and holds Aria close to her by her jacket] It's Equestrian magic!

Aria Blaze:
[Pushes Adagio's hands off her jacket] But this world doesn't have Equestrian magic!

Adagio Dazzle:
It does now, and we're gonna use it to make everyone in this pathetic little world adore us! [They line up side by side with sinister smirks]

Armand St. Just:
[of Marguerite's betrayal of St-Cyr] So that is why you ceased to love her. What a tragedy.

Percy Blakeney:
Ceased? I shall love her until the day I die. That's the tragedy.

Ashley Grant:
I love you Brian Ryan!

Augustus Waters:
Your hands are so cold.

Hazel Grace Lancaster:
Oh, they're not so much cold as just under oxygenated.

Augustus Waters:
Hazel Grace?

Hazel Grace Lancaster:
Hm?

Augustus Waters:
I love it when you talk medical to me.