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Maggie:
When I was a kid, my father had this dog that started to get all weak and sickly. He takes it to the vet, he examines it and says a maggot must have laid eggs in the dog's butt. The baby maggots have crawled up, now they've started to grow, and eventually they're gonna eat the dog alive from the inside. He says it should be put to sleep, because it's an old dog anyway. But father won't do it. He takes the dog home, he puts it on the bed, he reaches up into the dog, picking out the maggots with his finger, one by one. It takes him all night, but he gets every last one. That dog outlived my father. That's love, Sam.

Marty McFly:
I guess you guys aren't ready for that, yet. But your kids are gonna love it.

Michael De Santa:
You... are a hipster!

Trevor Philips:
What?

Michael De Santa:
You're a hipster.

Trevor Philips:
I hate hipsters.

Michael De Santa:
Classic hipster denial.

Trevor Philips:
I abhor hipsters. I eat them for fun!

Michael De Santa:
Hipsters love saying they hate hipsters.

Trevor Philips:
Well, I really f***ing do!

Michael De Santa:
Self hatred. Common hipster affliction.

Trevor Philips:
Only because I'm living out here away from the Bean Machines, and the bankers?

Michael De Santa:
You're gentrifying. Soon, the skinny jeans will show up, then the skinny lattes, and then the bankers. And you'll be somewhere else starting the cycle all over again. Maybe you're not a classic garden variety hipster, but you're what the hipsters aspire to be. You, Trevor, are the proto-hipster.

Trevor Philips:
I don't know what you're talking about. I don't agree with what you're saying. You're talking bullshit. And you're trying to wind me up. But I'm very, very angry, and I want this conversation to stop right away.

Michael De Santa:
Hipster.

Trevor Philips:
F*** you! F*** you, Michael! Say it again!

Michael De Santa:
I've made my point. I'm not a sadist.

Murray:
When you're in a band, you don't get with your bandmate's girlfriend - past or present.

Jemaine:
Yes, well thanks for that.

Murray:
You get a love triangle - you know? Fleetwood Mac situation.

Murray:
Well there there was four of them, so more of a love square. But you know, no one gets on.

Jemaine:
Okay, I see.

Murray:
Mind you, they did make some of their best music back then.

Bret:
Rumours.

Murray:
No, that's all true.

Neal Oliver:
I love this highway.

Sapphire:
They don't even know what it is to be a fan. Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts.

The Ancient Booer:
Boo. Boo. Boo.

Buttercup:
Why do you do this?

The Ancient Booer:
Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up.

Buttercup:
But they would have killed Westley if I hadn't done it.

The Ancient Booer:
Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.

Allen:
It's complicated.

Lucien:
I love complicated!

Anna Scott:
I can't believe you have that picture on your wall.

William:
You like Chagall?

Anna Scott:
I do. It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky.

William:
With a goat playing the violin.

Anna Scott:
Yes - happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.

Bandit:
Oh I love your suits. It must have been a bitch to get a 68 Extra Fat and a 12 Dwarf.

Becky:
I love the sky. It's so limitless.

Gilbert:
It is big. It's very big.

Becky:
Big doesn't even sum it up, right? That word big is so small.

Bethany:
McEnry is pretty far from Jersey, might I ask what brings you guys to illinois?

Jay:
Some f*** names John Hughs.

Bethany:
16 candels John Hughs?

Jay:
You know him too? That f***ing guy. Made this flick 16 candels right? Not bad it's got tits in it, but no bush. Of course Ebert over here don't give a shit about that stuff cause he's all in love with this John Hughs guy and rents every one of his movies. F***ing "Breakfast Club" all these stupid kids actually show up to detention, f***ing "Weired Science" where this one chick wants to take off her gear and get down, but aw no she don't cause it's a PG movie, and then theres "pretty in pink" which I can't watch with this tubby mutaf***er anymore, because everytime we get to the part where the red head hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin like a little 8 year old with a skinned knee and shit. And nothing is worse then watching a fat man weap.

Carrie:
Why don't you go over and say hello?

Stanford:
Oh, he's gorgeous. The only way I could get a guy like that interested in me, would be to pay him.

Carrie:
Stanford, my love, there is no need for you to enter Hookerville.

Stanford:
[dejected] Carrie - I *know* what I look like.

Carrie:
Then you can't see what I see. [kisses his cheek]

Charlie:
Do you like football?

Patrick:
LOVE it. [cheering] Be aggressive! Passive aggressive!

Da Nang Hooker:
Hey, you got girlfriend Vietnam? Me so horny. Me love you long time.

Data-Graves:
[from his eulogy on Graves] I can safely say, that to know him, was to love him. And to love him, was to know him. Those who knew him, loved him, while those who did not know him, loved him from afar.

Dee Reynolds:
[Reading Mac's letter to Chase Utley] Dear Chase I feel like I can call you chase because you and me are so alike. I'd like to meet you one day, it would be great to have a catch. I know I can't throw as fast as you but I think you'd be impressed with my speed. I love your hair, you run fast. Did you have a good relationship with your father? Me neither. These are all things we can talk about and more. I know you have no been getting my letters because I know you would write back if you did. I hope you write back this time, and we can become good friends. I am sure our relationship would be a real homerun!

Denholm:
Team! Team, team, team, team, team. I even love saying the word 'team'. You probably think this is a picture of my family? No! It's a picture of The A-Team. Bodie, Doyle, Tiger, the Jewellery Man.

Dr. Gross:
I got very drunk last night and I decided that I'm not giving up on you. So... how'd you do with my counting exercise?

Dr. Cox:
Honestly I tried it once and thought it was stupid.

Dr. Gross:
That's it. We're done.

Dr. Cox:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... you're dumping me?

Dr. Gross:
[sarcastically] I hope we can remain friends.

Dr. Cox:
[sarcastically too] Oh, now, please, don't take away the privilege of letting me pay you $200 an hour so I can drag my ass in here and watch you nod. God knows the only other place I can get that on the planet is my Brett Favre bobble-head doll.

Dr. Gross:
Fine! You wanna know what I really think? Your problem isn't that you make bad choices; it's that you identify the good choice and then intentionally do the opposite. It's... you see, behind this boorish bravado of yours, is a paralysing fear of letting anyone into your life! And it isn't because [mocking] you weren't loved when you were a kid... it's because you're so egocentric that the love wasn't enough! So you pulled pigtails and you pushed the fat kids into the dirt so no one could ignore little Perry. Well, little Perry is now 40 years old... and you're so invested in this narcissistic notion of yourself as "loner" that you can't quit! And you'll just keep dumping on everyone around you until eventually, and please trust me on this, there won't be anyone left.

Fay:
I think sometimes you love someone so much, you have to be numb to it... because if you actually felt how much you loved them, it would kill you.

Female Colleague:
It occurs to me with all this animus existing against Mechas today it isn't just a question of creating a robot that can love. Isn't the real conundrum, can you get a human to love them back?

Professor Hobby:
Ours will be a perfect child caught in a freezeframe. Always loving, never ill, never changing. With all the childless couples yearning in vain for a license our Mecha will not only open up a new market but fill a great human need.

Female Colleague:
But you haven't answered my question. If a robot could genuinely love a person what responsibility does that person hold toward that Mecha in return? It's a moral question, isn't it?

Professor Hobby:
The oldest one of all. But in the beginning, didn't God create Adam to love him?

Fernando Martinez:
Stay with me. Stay with Fernando. Por favor. Mi amor. Siolito. It's like Fernando said to his ex-wife: "I love you, please, don't leave me. It is not what you think; I was bitten by a snake, and the nice lady, she came to suck out the poison. The story, she no work very well.

Freddy:
But I don't care darling, because I love you, and you've got to let me eat your brains.

Gigolo Joe:
She loves what you do for her, as my customers love what it is I do for them. But she does not love you David, she cannot love you. You are neither flesh, nor blood. You are not a dog, a cat, or a canary. You were designed and built specific, like the rest of us. And you are alone now only because they tired of you, or replaced you with a younger model, or were displeased with something you said, or broke. They made us too smart, too quick, and too many. We are suffering for the mistakes they made because when the end comes, all that will be left is us. That's why they hate us, and that is why you must stay here, with me.