Search results for 'love' Page #19

Dale Arden:
Flash, Flash, I love you, but we only have fourteen hours to save the Earth!

Damon Killian:
Who loves you and who do you love!

Damon Salvatore:
This is even more pitiful than I thought.

Elena Gilbert:
There's still hope.

Damon Salvatore:
I've made a lot of choices that have gotten me here. I deserve this. I deserve to die.

Elena Gilbert:
[Elena moves to lay by Damon and hold his hand] No. You don't.

Damon Salvatore:
I do, Elena. It's ok. 'Cause if I'd have chosen differently, I wouldn't have met you. I'm so sorry. I've done so many things to hurt you.

Elena Gilbert:
It's ok. I forgive you.

Damon Salvatore:
I know you love Stefan. And it will always be Stefan. [Elena lays down on Damon] But I love you. You should know that.

Elena Gilbert:
[Crying] I do.

Damon Salvatore:
You should have met me in 1864. You would have liked me.

Elena Gilbert:
I like you now. Just the way you are. [She leans in and kisses Damon on the lips]

Damon Salvatore:
Thank you.

Elena Gilbert:
You're welcome.

Dan Backslide:
Dear, rich Dora Standpipe! How I love her... father's money!

Dan:
I want Anna back.

Larry:
She's made her choice.

Dan:
I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her. My intention was not to make you suffer.

Larry:
So where's the apology? Ya cunt.

Dan:
I apologize. If you love her you'll let her go so she can be happy.

Larry:
She doesn't want to be happy.

Dan:
Everybody wants to be happy.

Larry:
Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.

Dan:
You think love it simple. You think the heart is like a diagram.

Larry:
You've ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood!

Dani:
I love you, Court.

Court Foster:
Don't! Don't love me now. When things are so mixed up.

Daniel Cleaver:
F*** me, I love Keats.

Daphne Moon:
Oh, I love nature's little aberrations: warm days in winter, four-leaf clovers, Australians...

Daphne:
Don't you just love Valentine's Day?

Velma Dinkley:
Which part, the rampant commercialism or the pressure to identify oneself in the context of a socially acceptable couple?

Daphne:
Both.

Darcy McGuire:
What kind of knight in shining armor would I be if the man I love needs rescuing and I just let him walk out my door?

Daryl Van Horne:
I see men running around, trying to put their dicks into everything, trying to make something happen. But it's women who are the source, the only power. Nature. Birth. Rebirth. Cliché. Cliché, sure, but true.

Alexandra Medford:
Why are you telling me this?

Daryl Van Horne:
Because you're an honest woman and I'm being honest with you. [he stands] I like women. I admire them. But if you want me to treat you like a dumb twit, I will. But what's the point? You have brains, Alex, more than brains. And you don't even know it, do you? Well, most women do not.

Alexandra Medford:
Are you married?

Daryl Van Horne:
Good question! You see? Brains. The answer is no. I don't believe in it. Good for the man. Lousy for the woman. She dies. She suffocates. I've seen it. And then the husband runs around complaining to everyone that he's f***ing a dead person. And he's the one who killed her. [laughs] Where is your husband?

Alexandra Medford:
Dead.

Daryl Van Horne:
Well, sorry, but you're one of the lucky ones. When a woman unloads a husband, or a husband unloads a woman, however it happens - death, desertion, divorce - the three D's - when that happens, a woman blooms. She blossoms. Like flowers. Like fruit. She is ripe. That's the woman for me. [he lights a cigar] Would you like to see my house?...In case anybody ever needed any exercise, the uh, pool's right over there, past the piano, where the, uh, ballroom used to be. Interesting word - 'ballroom.'... And, uh, over there is, uh, my study. Ah, this is my bedroom...The Borgias once owned the bed. Of course, you have to pay for it with your soul, but, uh, what the hell, I deserve a little luxury. You have to take care of yourself. No one's gonna do that for you, are they, hmm? [he reclines on the bed]

Alexandra Medford:
What is it that you think you're doing?

Daryl Van Horne:
Being as direct with you as I know how. I thought you might appreciate it. And, uhm, anyway, I always like a little pussy after lunch. Whaddya say?

Alexandra Medford:
Are you trying to seduce me?

Daryl Van Horne:
I wouldn't dream of seducing you, Alexandra. I wouldn't insult your intelligence with anything as trivial as seduction. But, uh, I would love to f*** you.

Alexandra Medford:
Well, you know, I have to admit that I appreciate your directness, Daryl. And I will try and be as direct and honest with you as I possibly can be. Uh, I think - no, I-I am positive that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. You know, in the short time we've been together, you have demonstrated every loathsome characteristic of the male personality and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded. You're morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid. You have no taste, a lousy sense of humor and you smell. You're, you're not even interesting enough to make me sick.

Daryl Van Horne:
Uhm, would you like to be on the top or the bottom?

Alexandra Medford:
Good-bye Daryl, and thank you for a lovely lunch.

David Foster Wallace:
Yes, you're performing muscular movements with your hand as you're jerking off. But what you're really doing, I think, is you're running a movie in your head. You're having a fantasy relationship with somebody who is not real... strictly to stimulate a neurological response. So as the Internet grows in the next 10, 15 years... and virtual reality pornography becomes a reality, we're gonna have to develop some real machinery inside our guts... to turn off pure, unalloyed pleasure. Or, I don't know about you, I'm gonna have to leave the planet. 'Cause the technology is just gonna get better and better. And it's gonna get easier and easier... and more and more convenient and more and more pleasurable... to sit alone with images on a screen... given to us by people who do not love us but want our money. And that's fine in low doses, but if it's the basic main staple of your diet, you're gonna die.

David Lipsky:
Well, come on.

David Foster Wallace:
In a meaningful way, you're going to die.

David McCullough:
History isn't just about politicians, generals and wars and social issues. It's about the whole mix of the human experience, and it should be. It's about medicine and music; it's about love and money; its about good times; bad times; about people you never heard of; places you never heard of; certainly about failure, sometimes about success. It's human. It's about life. And what makes it most compelling- I think- is that its because its about two great mysteries: People, and time.

David Stephens:
I am not ashamed. I have known love. I have known rejection. I am not ashamed to declare my feelings; take trust for instance, or friendship. These are the important things in life. These are the things that matter, that help you on your way. If you can't trust your friends, well, what then... What then ?... Oh yes. I believe in friends. I believe we need them. But if one day you can't trust them anymore, well, what then... What then?"

David's Wife:
He didn't burst into tears and he didn't think that the first thing most people do when they realise someone doesn't love them anymore is cry.

David:
Mommy? Will you die?

Monica:
Well, one day, David, yes, I will.

David:
I'll be alone.

Monica:
Don't worry yourself so.

David:
How long will you live?

Monica:
For ages. For 50 years.

David:
I love you, Mommy. I hope you never die. Never.

David:
That's what I love about this place. You ask, and then you get.

Dawson:
Life has no opposite.

Joey:
I never thought of it that way.

Dawson:
Well, leave it to me to overthink it.

Joey:
You are the writer.

Dawson:
This writer has decided it doesn't matter how it ends. Because fiction is fiction. For the first time in a long time, my life is real. It doesn't matter who ends up with who. In some unearthly way, it's always gonna be you and me.

Joey:
It's always.

Dawson:
What we have goes beyond friendship, beyond lovers. It's forever.

Joey:
Yes it is. I love you, Dawson.

Dawson:
I love you too, Joey.

Lilly Leery:
[Scene: cut in, showing Alexander climbing a ladder and Lily standing at a window in the Leery house. Reminiscent of Joey and Dawson's childhood] Come on Alexander, only a few more steps, you can do it!

Joey:
You and me always.

Dawson:
Always.

Day-Day:
Fat bitches need love too, Craig!

DCI Gill Murray:
Hiya Slap!

DCI Julie Dodson:
I am lying next to a hot, steamy body

DCI Gill Murray:
Oh! Good god woman! Keep your dirty little sexual fantasies to yourself!

DCI Julie Dodson:
Well I would Gill, but I know its the only excitement you get this side of Christmas.

DCI Gill Murray:
Excuse me lady! [Whispers] I've got a toy boy.

DCI Julie Dodson:
[laughs] Oh yeah, We've heard about this! You know your mothers paying him to go out with you don't you?

DCI Gill Murray:
Is that the acrid stink of jealousy I detect?

DCI Julie Dodson:
No love, its pity. That was you looking like a knob on the news the other night, wasn't it?

DCI Gill Murray:
[Sarcastically] You're so funny I've just fallen over laughing.

Dean Winchester:
I'll stay here, hook up with the posse.

[Dean tries to keep a serious face]

Dean Winchester:
Because you know me, I'm a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse.

[grins]

Dean Winchester:
Make that into a T-shirt.

Sam Winchester:
You done?

[Dean breaks into a smirk]

Dean Winchester:
The stories we tell ourselves take us to dark places - dark places where I beat the crap out of a good man for fun. The people who love us bring us back from that edge. I'm past saving. I know how my story ends - at the edge of a blade or barrel of a gun.

Debbie Downer:
[Debbie Downer is at Disney World] I love Disney World. It reminds me of my childhood. I mean before my two-year stint at Children's.