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Homer Simpson:
You've learned a valuable lesson, son. Love doesn't exist except briefly between a man and a woman before marriage. After that, it's just hanging out with someone who kind of hates you, but you can't get it together to leave.

Homer:
Marge, you're my wife and I love you very much. But you're living in a world of make-believe. With flowers and bells and leprechauns, and magic frogs with funny little hats.

Bart:
Yeah, Mom. We got hosed!

Homer:
[slams fist on table and shouts] Bart!

Howard Dean:
I happen to know that Dick Cheney's daughter is a lesbian and not only is his daughter a lesbian but his moms a lesbian and his sisters a lesbian and his old granny has holes in her panties! Byahh! Byahh! [Cheney continues to talk while Dean interupts] Byahh Byahh! I love lesbians! Byahh! I watch The L Word on Showtime! Byahh!

Howard Roark:
Before you can do things for people, you must be the kind of man who can get things done. But to get things done, you must love the doing, not the people! Your own work, not any possible object of your charity. I'll be glad if men who need it find a better method of living in the house I built, but that's not the motive of my work, nor my reason, nor my reward! My reward, my purpose, my life, is the work itself - my work done my way! Nothing else matters to me!

Hub:
Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in.

Hunter Patch Adams:
I'm really starting to love the back of your head.

Hurricane Carter:
Hate put me in prison. Love's gonna bust me out.

I will write about all of this one day, he thinks, and knows it's just a dawn thought, an after-dreaming thought. But it's nice to think so for a while in the morning's clean silence, to think that childhood has its own sweet secrets and confirms mortality, and that mortality defines all courage and love. To think that what has looked forward must also look back, and that each life makes its own imitation of immortality:
a wheel. Or so Bill Denbrough sometimes thinks on those early mornings after dreaming, when he almost remembers his childhood, and the friends with whom he shared it.

Iannis:
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!

Ilsa:
I wish I didn't love you so much.

interviewer:
How do you know when you're finished with a painting?

Jackson Pollock:
How do you know when you're finished making love?

Iroquois Pliskin:
The cardboard box that you have is ideal for fooling your enemies. It's a very important tool for infiltration missions.

Raiden:
Really?

Iroquois Pliskin:
Of course. I can't begin to count the number of agents whose lives were saved by a cardboard box...

Raiden:
You mean everyone's using them?

Iroquois Pliskin:
Look, I'm not exaggerating when I say the success of your mission hinges on how you use that cardboard box. But in the end, a cardboard box is only made of paper. Handle it with care or it won't be of much use to you. Don't think of it as just another box. Treat it with love... Don't be rough. Okay?

Isabel Fuentes:
Love is a gift, Alex, not an obligation.

Isabella:
You want to know what I think? I think you're in a dungeon wondering if the woman that put you there loves you. And the real question is, why do you still love her? I mean, yes, she's beautiful, in a perfect-skin, perfect-body, perfect-hair kind of way, if you're into that sort of thing.

Galavant:
Mmm.

Isabella:
I know you, Galavant. I know your heart, and you deserve better. You deserve to be with someone who will lift you up as a man. Someone who will fight with you, not against you. Maybe someone who's small and cute and... ethnically hard to pin down.

Galavant:
[hesitates] What you're saying is, you don't think she loves me?

Isolde:
[reading] My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Itsuki:
At every moral crisis that stood in the way of Sensui's plan, a new personality would be forged to do the work. It solved the paradox of how one can punish if doing so requires you to commit the very same sins. This way his core soul could remain morally undefiled. Of the seven personalities, one of them is a girl. She has a beautiful mind capable of the most delicate and loving thoughts and poetry that I've ever heard spoken. She would talk to me in the dead of night, always crying, venting sorrows that, if not expressed, would have killed Sensui from a broken heart. Besides Shinobu, I favor her the most. Sometimes I think we're in love.

Iwao Hazuki:
Keep friends... th-those you love... close to you...

Jack Burns:
I didn't want a house. I didn't want all those pots and pans. I didn't want anything but you. It's God's own blessing I didn't get you.

Jerri Bonds:
Why?

Jack Burns:
'Cause I'm a loner clear down deep to my guts. Know what a loner is? He's a born cripple. He's a cripple because the only person he can live with is himself. It's his life, the way he wants to live. It's all for him. A guy like that, he'd kill a woman like you. Because he couldn't love you, not the way you are loved.

Jack:
Hi, Lloyd. A little slow tonight, isn't it? [laughs]

Lloyd:
Yes, it is, Mr. Torrance. What'll it be?

Jack:
I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were gonna be there until next April. So here's what: you slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass, and some ice. You can do that, can't you, Lloyd? You're not too busy, are you?

Lloyd:
No, sir, I'm not busy at all.

Jack:
Good man! You set 'em up and I'll knock 'em back, Lloyd. One by one. "White man's burden," Lloyd, my man, white man's burden. [Jack opens his wallet and finds that it's empty] Say, Lloyd, it seems I'm temporarily light. How's my credit in this joint, anyway?

Lloyd:
Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.

Jack:
That's swell. I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of 'em. Best god-damn bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine - or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.

Lloyd:
Thank you for saying so.

Jack:
Here's to five miserable months on the wagon and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.

Lloyd:
How are things going, Mr. Torrance?

Jack:
Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.

Lloyd:
I hope it's nothing serious.

Jack:
No. Nothing serious. Just a little problem with the ol' sperm bank upstairs. Nothing I can't handle, though, Lloyd. Thanks.

Lloyd:
Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em.

Jack:
Words of wisdom, Lloyd. Words of wisdom. I never laid a hand on him, goddamn it. I didn't. I wouldn't touch one hair on his goddamn little head. I love the little son-of-a-bitch. I'd do anything for him, any f***in' thing for him. But that bitch -- as long as I live, she'll never let me forget what happened. I did hurt him once, okay? But it was an accident, completely unintentional. Could have happened to anybody, and it was three god-damned years ago! The little f***er had thrown all my papers all over the floor. All I tried to do was pull him up - a momentary loss of muscular coordination, all right? A few extra foot-pounds of energy per second, per second... [snaps his fingers]

Jack:
I love waking up in the morning not knowing where I'm gonna go or who I'm gonna meet. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am, on the grandest ship in the world, having champagne with you fine people.

Jackie Moon:
Everybody panic! Oh my God, there's a bear loose in the Coliseum! There will be no refunds! Your refund will be escaping this deathtrap with your life! If you have a small child, use it as a shield! They love the tender meat! Cover your sodas! Dewie loves sugar!

Jackson 'Jax' Teller:
[At the table with the club] I'm sorry the family I was given created so much chaos for the family I've chosen. I hope you all know I love you very much.

Jaden Yuki:
That Alexis is really something, sacrificing her own Life Points, just to get at mine.

Alexis Rhodes:
So are you impressed?

Jaden Yuki:
Impressed? I think I'm in love.

Alexis Rhodes:
You're sweet. Too bad I have to crush you.

Jamal:
How did I fail women's studies? I love bitches!