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Eddie:
In the Middle Ages everyone really had to worry about witches and goblins, but what we have is stuff eating at us. We've got stuff we don't even... I mean, why do you think that all the warlords of the world are so anxious to get their own personal little stash of chemical weapons. They call them weapons of mass destruction, but they're not. They're very *very* selective about what they destroy. They annihilate people and preserve things. They love things. You and I would be dead, gas... puke... gone. Whereas, you know, other earlier older people - the ancients - could look to the heavens, which in their minds was inhabited by this thoughtful, meditative, you know, maybe a trifle unpredictable and wrathful, but nevertheless up there - this divine onlooker. We've got anchorpurses and talking heads. We've got politicians who decide life and death issues on the basis of their media conceitedness. That's what we've got.

Eddie:
Today marks a profound and bittersweet milestone for all of us, as we bear witness to both an end and a beginning. And while we must continue on, we must also be grateful to have been blessed with someone who has so ably guided us to where we are today. When there has been so much love and happiness for someone, it is natural to be reluctant to close such a wonderful chapter in our lives, for moving forward is rarely accomplished without considerable grief and sadness. And while our sorrow may be profound, the clouds will clear, and the sun will shine on us again. And in that warm, bright light we will find ourselves facing a glorious future. A future of exciting challenges and infinite possibilities, in which the horizon will stretch out before us, trimmed in the heavenly glow of the sunrise of our tomorrow.

Edwin Stanton:
They cannot possibly maintain under this kind of an assault! Terry's got ten thousand men surrounding the Goddamned fort! Why doesn't he answer my cables?

Gideon Welles:
Fort Fisher is a mountain of a building, Edwin.

Thomas Thompson Eckert:
It's the largest fort they have, sir.

Gideon Welles:
Twenty-two big seacoast guns on each rampart...

Thomas Thompson Eckert:
They've been reinforcing it for the last two years...

Edwin Stanton:
They've taken 17,000 shells since yesterday!

Thomas Thompson Eckert:
They said...

Gideon Welles:
The commander is an old goat.

Edwin Stanton:
I want to hear that Fort Fisher is ours and Wilmington has fallen! Send another damn cable! The problem's their commander, Whiting. He engineered the fortress himself. The damned thing's his child; he'll defend it till his every last man is gone. He is not thinking rationally...

Abraham Lincoln:
Come on out, you old rat! [the room goes silent] That's what...that's what Ethan Allen called out to the commander of Fort Ticonderoga in 1776. 'Come on out, you old rat!' Ah, 'course there were only forty odd redcoats at Ticonderoga. But...but there is one Ethan Allen story that I'm very partial to...

Edwin Stanton:
No! No, you're, you're going to tell a story! I don't believe that I can bear to listen to another one of your stories right now! [Stanton storms out, shouting to himself] I need the B&O sideyard schedules for Alexandria! I asked for them this morning! I don't care how long it takes!

Abraham Lincoln:
It was right after the Revolution, right after peace had been concluded. And Ethan Allen went to London to help our new country conduct its business with the king. The English sneered at how rough we are and rude and simple-minded and on like that, everywhere he went, till one day he was invited to the townhouse of a great English lord. Dinner was served, beverages imbibed, time passed as happens and Mr. Allen found he needed the privy. He was grateful to be directed to this. [pours himself another cup of coffee] Relieved, you might say. [slight laughter] Mr. Allen discovered on entering the water closet that the only decoration therein was a portrait of George Washington. Ethan Allen done what he came to do and returned to the drawing room. His host and the others were disappointed when he didn't mention Washington's portrait. And finally his lordship couldn't resist and asked Mr. Allen had he noticed it. The picture of Washington. He had. Well what did he think of its placement? Did it seem appropriately located to Mr. Allen? And Mr. Allen said it did. The host was astounded. [mocking British accent] "Appropriate? George Washington's likeness in a water closet?" "Yes," said Mr. Allen, "where it will do good service. The whole world knows nothing will make an Englishman shit quicker than the sight of George Washington." [louder laughter] I love that story.

Eileen Percy:
[singing] I love you so much, I can't conceal it, / I love you so much, it's a wonder you don't feel it.

Elaine:
It takes so many things to make love last. But most of all, it takes respect, and I can't live with a man I don't respect.

Eleanor "Nell" Vance:
I love your boots.

Theo:
Oh, you do? Thanks! Prada; Milan, not New York. But they're killing me... Small price to pay for such savage kicks!

Eleanor "Nell" Vance:
I love your boots.

Theo:
Oh, you do? Thanks. Prada. Milan, NOT New York. But they hurt. Small price to pay for such savage kicks.

Elinor Loredan:
But I just adore everything Persian.

Meggie Folchart:
You've been to Persia, then?

Elinor Loredan:
Yes, a hundred times. Along with St. Petersburg, Paris, Middle-Earth, distant planets and Shangri-la. And I never had to leave this room. Books are adventure. They contain murder and mayhem and passion. They love anyone who opens them.

Elise McKenna:
There is so much to say... I cannot find the words. Except for these: 'I love you.'

Elise Vandevelde:
I always knew. That it was too good to be true. That it couldn't last. That life isn't like that, life isn't generous. You mustn't love someone. You mustn't become attached to someone. Life begrudges you that. It takes everything away from you and it laughs in your face. It betrays you.

Elizabeth Bennet:
: I love this dance.

Mr Darcy:
Indeed. Most invigorating.

Elizabeth Bennet:
It is your turn to say something, Mr Darcy. I talked about the dance. Now you ought to remark on the size of the room or the number of couples.

Mr Darcy:
I'm perfectly happy to oblige. Please advise me on what would you like most to hear?

Elizabeth Bennet:
That reply will do for present. Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones. For now, we may remain silent.

Mr Darcy:
Do you talk as a rule while dancing?

Elizabeth Bennet:
No. No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn. Makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?

Mr Darcy:
Tell me, do you and your sisters very often walk to Meryton?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Yes, we often walk to Meryton. It's a great opportunity to meet new people. When you met us, we'd just had the pleasure of forming a new acquaintance.

Mr Darcy:
Mr Wickham's blessed with such happy manners, he's sure of making friends. Whether he's capable of retaining them is less so.

Elizabeth Bennet:
He's been so unfortunate as to lose your friendship. And I daresay that's an irreversible event?

Mr Darcy:
It is. Why do you ask such a question?

Elizabeth Bennet:
To make out your character, Mr Darcy.

Mr Darcy:
And what have you discovered?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Very little. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.

Mr Darcy:
I hope to afford you more clarity in the future.

Elizabeth:
You're despicable.

Jack Sparrow:
Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you saved mine. We're square.

Elrond:
Our time here is ending, Arwen's time is ending. Let her go... let her take the ship into the West. Let her bear her love for you to the Undying Lands, there it will be ever green...

Aragorn:
...but never more than a memory.

Elvis:
The revealing of her panties wasn't intentional or unintentional. She just didn't give a damn. She saw me as so physically and sexually non-threatening, she didn't mind if I get a bird's eye view of her love nest. It was same to her as a house cat sneaking a peek.

Emil Slovak:
I love America. No one is responsible for what they do.

Emily:
Honestly, if you're not willing to sound stupid you don't deserve to be in love.

Emperor Palpatine:
[to Darth Vader on the phone, regarding the Death Star's destruction] Build another one? Oh yeah, that's real f***ing original! And who's gonna give me a loan, jackhole, you? You got an ATM in that torso Lite-Brite? Now get your 7-foot-2 asthmatic ass back here, or else I'll tell everyone what a whiney bitch you were about Padamamay or Panda Bear or whatever the hell her name is!

[pause, aside to senators]

Emperor Palpatine:
Oh jeez, he's crying!

[goes back to phone]

Emperor Palpatine:
Hey, hey, hey, come on don't do that, just... look, I'm just dealing with a lot of crap right now. Death star blown up by a bunch of f***ing teenagers, you know? I didn't mean to snap. Just get back here. Okay, okay, bye. I... ye... I... I love you too.

Ender Wiggin:
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him.

Enzo:
Ah, I was 17! I was so in love with her, I tried to die for her. Two years later I can't even remember her name. Time, erases everything.

Eowyn:
Why are you doing this? The war lies to the East. You cannot leave on the eve of battle.

Eowyn:
You cannot abandon the men.

Aragorn:
Eowyn...

Eowyn:
We need you here.

Aragorn:
Why have you come?

Eowyn:
Do you not know?

Aragorn:
It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek.

Ernest Gordon:
What is the consequence of a single life weighing less than a feather? What is the final destination of hatred? When you look in the eyes of the enemy and you see yourself. At what price mercy? Who is my neighbor? How many times shall I forgive my brother? What does it mean to love ones enemies? What can a man give in exchange for ones soul? These are the questions that I faced in my prison camp; the answers changed my life forever.

Esco Brown:
Go carefully with peace in your heart, love in your eyes, and laughter on your tongue. And if life don't hand you nothing but lemons, you just make you a bunch of lemonade. Book Brown, chapter one, verse one.

Eve:
How can you've lived for so long and still not get it? This self obsession is a waste of living. It could be spend in surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing. You have been pretty lucky in love though, if I may say so.

Evelyn:
I did it because I LOVE YOU!!!