Search results for 'love' Page #3

Gracchus:
The beating heart of Rome is not the marble of the Senate, it's the sand of the Colosseum. He'll bring them death and they will love him for it.

Gray:
I love natural disasters. I want people to die in them. I am genuinely disappointed when the death toll is low.

Isaac Sachs:
Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the Theory of Relativity and Principles of Uncertainty: phenomenon that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. Today, it is headed in another. Yesterday I believed that I would never have done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potential direction.

Jack Howitzer:
[the station plays Foreigner's "I Wanna Know What Love Is"] Hi, this is Jack Howitzer. I wanna know what love is and I want you to show me... Or I'll slit your throat.

Jo March:
Well, of course Aunt March prefers Amy over me. Why shouldn't she? I'm ugly and awkward and I always say the wrong things. I fly around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals. I love our home, but I'm just so fitful and I can't stand being here! I'm sorry, I'm sorry Marmee. There's just something really wrong with me. I want to change, but I - I can't. And I just know I'll never fit in anywhere.

Kevin Doyle:
Love is patient, love is kind, love means slowly losing your mind.

Kevin Lomax:
What about love?

John Milton:
Overrated. Biochemically no different than eating large quantities of chocolate.

Kurt's Dad:
My son's a homosexual, and I love him. I love my dead gay son.

J.D.:
Wonder how he'd react if his son had a limp wrist with a pulse.

Lal:
I watch them, and I can do the things they do, but I will never feel the emotions. I'll never know love.

Lt. Cmdr. Data:
It is a limitation we must learn to accept, Lal.

Lal:
Then why do you still try to emulate humans? What purpose does it serve except to remind you that you are incomplete?

Lt. Cmdr. Data:
I have asked myself that many times, as I have struggled to be more human. Until I realized, it is the struggle itself that is most important. We must strive to be more than we are, Lal. It does not matter that we will never reach our ultimate goal. The effort yields its own rewards.

Lal:
You are wise, Father.

Lt. Cmdr. Data:
It is the difference between knowledge and experience.

Larry:
You know how you were telling me that the key to happiness was something, but then the sun came up? I think I figured it out. It's doing what you love, with the people you love, isn't it?

Teddy:
Well, I was going to say physical exercise, but the love thing's good.

Lt. Dixon Piper:
Why did he do it? Why did Cunth kill your wife?

MacGruber:
To this day, I have no idea. We actually all went to college together. Believe it or not, we were very close friends. Then after graduation, he got engaged to her. He asked me to be his best man and right about that time, I started banging her and mowing her box. She was actually the first person I felt comfortable enough around to let eat out my butt. Anyway, shortly thereafter, she left him for me. She was actually carrying his child at the time. I asked her to terminate it, obviously, so we could start fresh. And she agreed. We were so in love. And he took that from me.

Lt. Dixon Piper:
That's really f***ed up.

MacGruber:
Thanks.

Lucifer:
I was the first angel, loved once above all others. A perfect love. [sing-song] But like all true loves... one day it withered on the vine...

Lucille Sharpe:
But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

Maleficent:
Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and fall into a sleep like death! A sleep from which she will never awaken!

King Stefan:
Maleficent, please don't do this, I'm begging you.

Maleficent:
I like you begging. Do it again.

[Maleficent motions for him to kneel]

[King Stefan kneels before Maleficent, his advisers looking on in disapproval]

King Stefan:
I beg you.

Maleficent:
All right.

Maleficent:
The princess *can* be woken from her death sleep, but only by...

[Maleficent glares vindictively at Stefan]

Maleficent:
True Love's Kiss! This curse will last till the end of time! No power on Earth can change it!

Man:
What the hell you looking at?

Andy:
Are you at the end of every rainbow?

Man:
Yes.

Andy:
Wow. Rainbows suck.

Man:
No shit.

Andy:
Well... where's the pot of gold?

Man:
I have some hard candy and Bengay.

Andy:
Yay! Bengay! I love Bengay! [rubs bengay on his shirt] Oh! It hurts so good!

Man:
You stupid bitch.

Marguerite:
Lost love is still love Eddie. It just takes a different form that's all. You can't hold their hand... You can't tousle their hair... But when those senses weaken another one comes to life... Memory... Memory becomes your parter. You hold it... you dance with it... Life has to end Eddie... Love doesn't

Michael Collins:
Give *us* the future, we've had enough of your past. Give us back our country, to live in , to grow in, to love.

Miles Harding:
"You can play it for her, you can play it for me."

Edgar:
What?

Miles Harding:
Play it, Sam.

Edgar:
What key?

Miles Harding:
Your favorite.

Edgar:
You want verses first, or the choruses?

Miles Harding:
Any way you like.

Edgar:
Yeah!

[instrumental bridge of Jeff Lynne's song "Video" plays]

Edgar:
[singing] Hug, hold, squeeze and lick / Darling, I love you to bits / And I want to see your tits.

Miranda:
Well, what do you think of him?

Fletcher:
He's a pedantic, pontificating, pretentious bastard, a belligerent old fart, a worthless steaming pile of cow dung, figuratively speaking.

Mr. Allen:
That's the funniest damn thing I've ever heard. You're a real card, Reede. I love a good roast. Do Simmons.

Fletcher:
Simmons is old. He should've been out of the game years ago but he can't stay home because he hates his wife. You've met her at the Christmas parties, she's the one that gets plastered and calls him a retard, and you, Tom; you're the biggest brownnose I've ever seen. You've got your head so far up Mr. Allen's ass, I can't tell where you end and he begins.

Fletcher:
You have bad breath caused by gingivitis. You couldn't get a porn star off. Your hairpiece looks like something that was killed crossing the highway. I don't know whether to comb it or scrape it off with a shovel and bury it in lyme. Loser! Idiot! Wimp! Degenerate! SLUT!

Mr. Darcy:
I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.

Mr. Darcy:
Is this your reply?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Yes, sir.

Mr. Darcy:
Are you... are you laughing at me?

Elizabeth Bennet:
No.

Mr. Darcy:
Are you *rejecting* me?

Elizabeth Bennet:
I'm sure that the feelings which, as you've told me have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.

Mr. Darcy:
Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?

Elizabeth Bennet:
And I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment.

Nacho:
Ok. Orphans! Listen to Ignacio. I know it is fun to wrestle. A nice piledrive to the face... or a punch to the face... but you cannot do it. Because, it is in the Bible not to wrestle your neighbour.

Chancho:
So you've never wrestled?

Nacho:
Me? No. Come on. Don't be crazy. I know the wrestlers get all the fancy ladies, and the clothes, and the free creams and lotions. But my life is good! Really good! I get to wake up every morning, at 5AM, and make some soup! It's the best. I love it. I get to lay in a bed, all by myself, all of my life! That's fantastic! Go. Go away! Read some books!

Peppermint Patty:
What do you think love is, Chuck?

Charlie Brown:
Well, years ago, my dad owned a black 1934 two-door sedan.

Peppermint Patty:
What's that got to do with love?

Charlie Brown:
Well, this is what he told me: there was this really cute girl, see? She used to go for rides with him in his car. And whenever he'd call for her, he would always hold open the car door for her. After she got in and he had closed the door, he'd walk around the back of the car to the driver's side, but before he could get there, she would reach over and press the button, locking him out. Then she'd just sit there and wrinkle her nose and grin at him. That's what I think love is.

Peppermint Patty:
[perplexed] Sometimes I wonder about you, Chuck.

Petra:
Camille, I'd love to see you in the moonlight with your head thrown back and your body on fire.

Prince John:
A knife! He's got a knife!

Eleanor:
Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives! It's 1183 and we're barbarians! How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war: not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing. We are the killers. We breed wars. We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten. For the love of God, can't we love one another just a little - that's how peace begins. We have so much to love each other for. We have such possibilities, my children. We could change the world.