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Grandfather Kuzya:
Man cannot possess more than his heart can love.

Green Goblin:
The one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail.

Greg Giraldo:
[about Seth MacFarlane] I do love that Stewie character on your show. He's great. You made all your money 'cause you created a f***ed up criminal baby. You're like Michael Lohan.

Guido:
I forgot to tell you.

Dora:
Go ahead.

Guido:
You can't imagine how much I feel like making love to you. But I'll never tell anyone, especially not you. They'd have to torture me to make me say it.

Dora:
Say what?

Guido:
That I want to make love to you - not just once, but over and over again! But I'll never tell you that. I'd have to be crazy to tell you. I'd even make love to you now... right here for the rest of my life.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?

Private Joker:
Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly.

Private Joker:
Sir, the private said "no, sir," sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Why, you little maggot! You make me want to vomit! (slaps Joker across the face) You Goddamn communist heathen! You had best sound off that you love the Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out!

Hana:
I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with ghosts... And so is he, he's in love with ghosts.

Hanna Heyt:
[after willingly drinking an overdose of sleeping pills offered by her husband] Is this death?

Professor Thomas Heyt:
This is death, Hanna.

Hanna Heyt:
I love you, Thomas...

Hannibal Lecter:
People will say we're in love.

Harold:
For heaven's sake, Wendy - look for an airport. Will you look for the airport?

Diana Barrie:
Oh don't make such a fuss. Just put it down on a mountain.

Harold:
What do you mean 'just put it down'? I'm lucky I can keep it up. I told you I never flew before.

Diana Barrie:
Don't shout at me - I'm a first-class passenger.

Harold:
You're a first class lunatic. It's all over Wendy - our relationship has a quarter of a tank to go.

Diana Barrie:
Yes, but - you do love me, don't you Harold? I know this is an awkward time to bring it up, but I must know, for our future.

Harold:
Whoa-a-a-a!

Harry:
Tell me, exactly, how long it is that you've been working here?

Sarah:
Two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, what, two hours?

Harry:
And how long have you been in love with Karl, our enigmatic chief designer?

Sarah:
Ahm, two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, an hour and thirty minutes.

Harry:
I thought as much.

Sarah:
Do you think everybody knows?

Harry:
Yes.

Sarah:
Do you think Karl knows?

Harry:
Yes.

Sarah:
Oh that is bad news.

Harry:
Well I just thought maybe the time had come to do something about it.

Sarah:
Like what?

Harry:
Invite him out for a drink and then after about twenty minutes casually drop into the conversation the fact that you'd like to marry him and have lots of sex and babies.

Sarah:
You know that?

Harry:
Yes. And so does Karl. Think about it. For all our sakes. It's Christmas.

Sarah:
Certainly. Excellent. Will do. Thanks, boss.

Hazel Grace Lancaster:
I fell in love with him the way you fall asleep: Slowly, and then all at once.

Hazel Grace Lancaster:
You know, this obsession you have, with being remembered?

Augustus Waters:
Don't get mad.

Hazel Grace Lancaster:
I am mad! I'm mad because I think you're special. And isn't that enough? You think that the only way to lead a meaningful life, is for everyone to remember you. For everyone to love you! Guess what, Gus - this is your life! This is all you get! You get me, and you get your family and you get this world, and that's it! And if that's not enough for you, then I'm sorry, but its not nothing. Because I love you. And I'm going to remember you.

He kill them with they love", John said. "They love for each other. You see how it was?" I nodded, incapable of speech. He smiled. The tears were flowing again, but he smiled. "That's how it is every day", he said, "all over the world."

Hector LeMans:
Oh Manny... so cynical... What happened to you, Manny, that caused you to lose your sense of hope, your love of life?

Manuel Calavera:
I died.

Hedwig:
It is clear that I must find my other half. But is it a he or a she? What does this person look like? Identical to me? Or somehow complimentary? Does my other half have what I don't? Did he get the looks? The luck? The love? Were we really separated forceably or did he just run off with the good stuff? Or did I? Will this person embarass me? What about sex? Is that how we put ourselves back together again? Or can two people actually become one again?

Helen Girardi:
[reading Adam's mom's suicide note] "Dearest boy, my Adam. I dreamed a dream, you and I facing each other in a tiny yellow boat on green water under a blue sky. Me and my son and a yellow boat. And we laugh, and the boat rocks and the ripples spread from the boat to pond to sea to sky and nothing can stop them, and nothing ever will. When you think of me, Adam, know that in a world of pain, you were, and always will be my joy. Love, Mom."

Adam Rove:
Thank you.

Joan Girardi:
The ripples were good!

Henry:
I don't think losing my father broke my mother's heart, but rather losing love itself.

Hermes:
Fabulous party. You know, I haven't seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself.

Hermione:
Everyone this is Loony Love--Luna Lovegood. [Beat] What an interesting necklace.

Luna:
It's a charm actually. Keeps away the Nargles. [Pause] Hungry. I hope there's pudding.

[The carriage starts riding]

Ron:
[Whispering] What's a Nargle?

Hermione:
No idea.

Heroes. Giants. Villains. Miracle Men. True Love. - Not just your basic, average, everyday, ordinary, run-of-the-mill, ho-hum fairy tale.

Higen:
I would be afraid to die in battle.

Algren:
So would I.

Higen:
But you have been in many battles.

Algren:
...and I was always afraid.

Higen:
(realizing the nature of what could happen to Algren, the father figure he came to love) I don't want you to go.

Himself - Contestant:
I'm Jujubee! I love long walks on the beach, big dicks, and fried chicken.

Hiro Nakamura:
[quoting a haiku] "The thief left it behind; the moon at my window." Even if everything else is lost, we will always have our love. No thief, no illness can ever take it away.

His Message Is Righteous. His Love Is Everlasting. His Gift Is Life.