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Bill:
Georgie...

"Georgie":
What took you so long?

Bill:
I was l-looking for you this whole time.

"Georgie":
I couldn't find my way out of here. He said I could have my boat back, Billy.

Bill:
Was she f-fast?

"Georgie":
I couldn't keep up with it.

Bill:
'She', Georgie. You call boats 'she'.

"Georgie":
Take me home, Billy. [starts crying] I wanna go home! I miss you, I wanna be with Mom and Dad!

Bill:
[crying] I want m-more than anything for you to be home. With Mom, and Dad...I m-miss you so much!

"Georgie":
I love you, Billy.

Bill:
I love you too... [pulls out bolt gun and points it at "Georgie's" head] But you're n-not Georgie.

Bill:
LOVE BROKERS!

Bill:
Mommy is still angry at Daddy.

B.B.:
Why?

Bill:
Well, sweetie, I love Mommy, but I did to Mommy what you did to Emilio.

B.B.:
You stomped on Mommy?

Bill:
Worse. I shot Mommy. Not pretend shoot, like we were just doing. I shot her for real.

B.B.:
Why? Did you want to see what would happen?

Bill:
No, I knew what would happen to Mommy if I shot her. What I didn't know is, when I shot Mommy, what would happen to me.

B.B.:
What happened?

Bill:
I was very sad. And that was when I learned, some things, once you do, they can never be undone.

Bill:
We accept the love we think we deserve.

Bill:
You have to see the Gambinis in action. I mean, these people, they love to argue. I mean, they live to argue.

Stan:
My parents argue too, it doesn't make them good lawyers.

Bill:
Stan, I've seen your parents argue. Trust me, they're amateurs.

Billy Alan Thomas:
What I'm trying to say: Love is the only thing that counts. I've loved her since I was 8 years old. We've never been apart, not a single day. And I will love her for all my days. And that's all that counts. It's all that will ever count. All my heart forever. I... uh need to... rest. [sits down on floor, then collapses]

Billy Jack:
Bernard, I want you to know... that I try. When Jean and the kids at the school tell me that I'm supposed to control my violent temper, and be passive and nonviolent like they are, I try. I really try. Though when I see this girl... of such a beautiful spirit... so degraded... and this boy... that I love... sprawled out by this big ape here... and this little girl, who is so special to us we call her "God's little gift of sunshine"... and I think of the number of years that she's going to have to carry in her memory... the savagery of this idiotic moment of yours... I just go BERSERK!

Blackadder:
Oh, fire, fire. Ah good. Right. So let's recap. Um... if I admit that I am in love...

Torturer:
No! No!

Blackadder:
Sorry, head over heels in love with Satan and all his little wizards, then you will remove my testicles with a blunt instrument...

Torturer:
Una guada?a, una guada?a.

Blackadder:
...resembling some kind of gardening tool but we can't quite... um... and roast them over a large fire.

Torturer:
Si, Si.

Blackadder:
Whereas if I don't admit that I'm in love with Satan and... and... all his... his little wizards, y-you will hold me upside down in a vat of warm marmalade.

Torturer:
Y!

Blackadder:
And remove my testicles with a blunt... oh I see. Well, well, in that case, I love Satan.

Blair Waldorf:
Chuck, NYU is not the Upper East Side. They don't care about Constance, or social hierarchy. They don't care that I'm Blair Waldorf! It's over.

Chuck Bass:
How can you do this to me?

Blair Waldorf:
What are you talking about?

Chuck Bass:
I'm Chuck Bass. And I told you I love you. You're saying I'm easier to win over than a bunch of pseudo-intellectual homesick malcontents. You really insult me like that?

Blair Waldorf:
That's not how it is.

Chuck Bass:
It's exactly how it is. The next time you forget you're Blair Waldorf, remember I'm Chuck Bass. And I love you.

Blair Waldorf:
Not that's it's any of your business but Marcus and I have an amazing sex life.

Chuck Bass:
Is that so? [pause] What names does he call you when you make love? [Blair doesn't say anything and Chuck turns her around and grasps her hand] Where does he put his hand? Does he... [starts whispering seductively in Blair's ear] Have sex with me.

Blair Waldorf:
What?

Chuck Bass:
Just once that's all I need.

Blair Waldorf:
You are disgusting and I hate you!

Chuck Bass:
Then why are you still holding my hand? [Blair turns back around]

Blair Waldorf:
I have a party to host. [walks off]

Blair Waldorf:
Only a masochist could ever love such a narcissist.

Blake:
Is it true you had an affair with Rachel Banks?

Robert Clayton Dean:
You ever beat off in the shower, Brian? Ever have any homosexual thoughts?

Silverberg:
Robert, I really don't think that's...

Robert Clayton Dean:
None of my f***ing business, you're damn right it's not. I love my wife and I love my son, absolutely and without equivocation, and that's none of your f***ing business either.

Silverberg:
We think you need to take a break...

Robert Clayton Dean:
Are you firing me?

Silverberg:
I think you just fired yourself.

Blanche Devereaux:
Is that all you Italians know how to do? Scream and hit?

Sophia Petrillo:
No, we also know how to make love and sing opera!

Blanche:
I do love the rain so. It reminds me of my first kiss.

Dorothy:
Ah, your first kiss was in the rain?

Blanche:
No, it was in the shower.

Blanche:
[Sophia slapped Blanche's grandson for mouthing off] Is that all you Italians know how to do? Scream and hit?

Sophia:
No, we also know how to make love and sing opera!

Bliss Cavendar:
[helping Pash to the toilet] Come on, let's get this out.

Pash:
[belches low] It's cool. I swallowed it.

Bliss Cavendar:
Come on, just stick your fingers down your throat. You'll feel better.

Pash:
No! You stick your fingers down YOUR throat.

Bliss Cavendar:
...Pash... you ever thought... about your parents making love... your dad's naked body...

Pash:
...WHAT?

Bliss Cavendar:
His balls jiggling... sweaty?

Pash:
nnoo! [throws up, heaving] [whimpers] That's not fair!

Bob Crane:
I'm a normal, red-blooded American man. I like to look at naked women. I love breasts, any kind. I love 'em! Boobs, bazooms, balloons, bags, bazongas. The bigger, the better. Nipples like udders, nipples like saucers, big pale rosy-brown nipples. Little bitty baby nipples. Real or fake, what's the difference? I like tits. Who's kidding who? Tits are great!

Bob Maloogaloogaloogaloogalooga:
Love conquers all! Love is what dreams are made of! Love sucks!

Bob Slydell:
I'll be honest with you, I love his music, I do, I'm a Michael Bolton fan. For my money, it doesn't get any better than when he sings "When a Man Loves a Woman".

Bob Zany:
I love Radio Shack, they have the best slogan: "If you've got questions, we've got answers." I have some questions.

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
If I marry two dwarves, is that bigamy?

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
What does an atheist say during an orgasm?

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
"Oh, Darwin! Oh, Darwin!"

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
I told that joke in Kansas, I got *nothing*!

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
If a tree falls in the forest and hits my wife, but nobody else is around, does a chainsaw still make a noise?

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
If a bisexual turns up missing, should they put their picture on carton of half-and-half?

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
If I bet a hooker a hundred dollars she can't make me cum, is that gambling or prostitution?

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
If the hand is quicker than the eye, how come I always get caught masturbating?

[laughter]

Bob Zany:
So I was escorted out of Radio Shack...

Boober Fraggle:
[singing with amnesia] I'm a little stewpot/laundry is my name/boo-boos are my job here/la-la not the same/when I set a germ free/something whispers 'whee'/I make friends with germy/He makes friends with me/I love to squash rocks/sitting on the floor/cooking little Fraggles/that's what life is for/and when I think back/something, something clear/you are Boober Fraggle/I must cook you here

Borat:
This my mother. She is oldest woman in ALL of Kuz?ek! She is 43! I love her! Uhh... this my wife Oxanna... She is a moron...

Oxanna:
What? What? What did say about me, you skinny piece of shit? Why don't you go do something useful and dig your mother a grave, you tall piece of shit!

Borat:
[referring to Pamela Anderson's character in "Baywatch"] This C.J. was like no Kazakh woman I have ever seen. She had golden hairs, teeth as white as pearls, and the asshole of a seven-year-old. For the first time in my lifes, I was in love.

Boris Lermontov:
You cannot have it both ways. A dancer who relies upon the doubtful comforts of human love can never be a great dancer. Never.