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Leonardo da Vinci:
I know that a life without love is no life at all.

Henry:
And love without trust?

Lexa:
I lost someone special to me, too. Her name was Costia. She was captured by the Ice Nation, whose queen believed she knew my secrets. Because she was mine... they tortured her, killed her, cut off her head.

Clarke Griffin:
I'm sorry.

Lexa:
I thought I'd never get over the pain, but I did.

Clarke Griffin:
How?

Lexa:
By recognizing it for what it is... weakness.

Clarke Griffin:
What is? Love? So you just stopped caring about everyone? I could never do that.

Lexa:
Then you put the people you care about in danger, and the pain will never go away. The dead are gone, Clarke. The living are hungry.

Li Mu Bai:
I would rather be a ghost drifting by your side as a condemned soul than enter heaven without you... because of your love, I will never be a lonely spirit

Lightfoot:
Hey were did you get those pants?

Lightfoot:
You freak! I love you, come back!

Lily Bart:
Love me. But don't tell me so.

Lily Dalbray:
The closer I get to death the more I realize that I love you.

Peanuts White:
The closer I get to death the more I realize I love me, too.

Lily:
You want to walk in the village and hold my hand. And when people are cruel, you want me to love you even more. Do I hurt you? [Lily scoffs] You pathetic creature. How can you imagine that I could care for you? Does that face belong alongside this? Doesn't the world smile on us? Don't we make a beautiful couple, "thee and me"? Shall we wander the pasture and recite your f***ing poetry to the f***ing cows. You are blind... like all other men.

John Clare:
And you are unlike all other women.

[both grunt as Lily pushes Mr. Clare back]

Lily:
You tell me how. We flatter our men with our pain. We bow before them. We make ourselves into dolls for their amusement. We lose our dignity in corsets and high shoes and gossip and the slavery of marriage! And our reward for this service?

[voice breaking]

Lily:
The back of the hand... The face turned to the pillow... The bloody, aching cunt as you force us onto your beds to take your fat, heaving bodies!

[crying as she pounds into Mr. Clare]

Lily:
You drag us into the alleys, my lad, and cram yourselves into our mouths for two bob. When you're not beating us senseless! When we're not bloody, from the eyes, and the mouth, and the ass, and the cunt!

[throwing Mr. Clare to the floor, both panting]

Lily:
Never again... will I kneel to any man. Now they shall kneel to me. As you do, monster.

[Mr. Clare lays there trembling]

Lily:
My monster. My beautiful corpse. How clever he's been, our creator. But our little god... has brought forth not angels... but demons. Thee and me. And what should we do with this power, undead thing? You're a thoughtful man, a philosopher even. So tell me, why do we exist? Why have we been chosen? Tell me.

John Clare:
I don't know.

Lily:
Is it to suffer?

John Clare:
Yes.

Lily:
Must it be?

John Clare:
How can it be other? We long for that we cannot have.

Lily:
Women? I'll bring you a dozen. We'll f***'em together. Me? Then you shall have me. I want you.

[Mr. Clare shudders as she crawls to him]

Lily:
I want a man unlike all other man. My brother, my equal. I'll take you... by this beautiful, white, dead hand and lead you to my bed right now. I'll bleed for you. I'll love you... for your sadness... and your poetry and your passion and your rage. And your infinite, luxurious ugliness. I'll lick your sins away.

[Mr. Clare pants as Lily sits on his lap]

Lily:
And when Victor comes home... we'll put our hands around his throat together... and watch him die. And then this will be our home. And then? What then, undead thing? We were created to rule, my love. And the blood of mankind will water our garden. Us and our kin... and our children, and our generations. We are the conquerors. We are the pure blood. We are steel and sinew both. We are the next 1000 years. We are the dead.

[Lily kisses Mr. Clare, both panting]

Lily:
No being... who ever was... or ever will be, shall love you... like I do.

[Lily closes Mr. Clare against her, wrapping her fingers closed behind him]

Lin:
What's going on here?

Kamaji:
Something you wouldn't recognize. It's called love.

Lionel Hutz:
Now, Apu, Mrs. Simpson claims that she *forgot* that bottle of... delicious... bourbon. Brownest of the brown liquors... so tempting.

[holds the bottle to his ear]

Lionel Hutz:
[whispering] What's that? You want me to drink you? But I'm in the middle of a trial! [puts it down] Excuse me. [he runs out of the courtroom, finds a payphone and quickly dials]

Lionel Hutz:
Hello, David? I'm really tempted!

David Crosby:
Just take it one day at a time, and know that I love you.

Lionel Hutz:
I love you too, man.

Liv Heyerdahl:
[Thor reads a Liv's letter. Liv voice-over] My love Thor. You made it. You proved what Tei told us that night on Fatu Hiva. You don't need to learn how to swim. Should you fall in the water, you would float on willpower alone. As you might have understood, I'm not in Tahiti waiting for you. Because what was supposed to be our lives, turned out to just be yours. You are who you are. And you're going to spend the rest of your life chasing sunsets. Thor, this wasn't about exploring the Pacific Ocean. More important than going, was why you had to go. Why you couldn't stop yourself from putting everything behind you, steering towards the unknown. But that is you, my beloved Thor. And the irony is that what I love you the most for is what drove us apart. Liv.

Lois Lane:
Are you trying to tell me that Conner is the genetic love child of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor?

Clark Kent:
You don't have to say it like that.

Lord Justin Vulcan:
Shall I make you fall in love with me, Serena?

Lorien:
We've lived too long, seen too much. To live on, as we have, is to leave behind joy, love, and companionship because we know it to be transitory; of the moment. We know it will turn to ash. Only those whose lives are brief can believe that love, is eternal. [pause] You should embrace that remarkable illusion. It may be the greatest gift your race has ever received.

Louis Litt:
I thought you can't stand Mike Ross. All of a sudden you're willing to work with him?

Katrina Bennett:
It's my job.

Louis Litt:
If I ask you to murder someone on a rainy winter's eve, how would you respond?

Katrina Bennett:
You want a gun or a knife?

Louis Litt:
If you were less attractive, I'd love you.

Katrina Bennett:
I know.

Louise Schumacher:
Get out, go anywhere you want, go to a hotel, go live with her, and don't come back. Because, after 25 years of building a home and raising a family and all the senseless pain that we have inflicted on each other, I'm damned if I'm going to stand here and have you tell me you're in love with somebody else. Because this isn't a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? Or - or some broad that you picked up after three belts of booze. This is your great winter romance, isn't it? Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what's left for me? Is that my share? She gets the winter passion, and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I'm your wife, damn it. And, if you can't work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance. I hurt. Don't you understand that? I hurt badly.

Louise:
You're not even a good sheep farmer, Albert. Your sheep are everywhere. The one thing a sheep farmer has to do is keep all of the sheep in one place, all right? I went to your farm the other day, and I saw one in the back yard, three way up on the ridge, two in the pond and one on the roof.

Albert:
Okay, that's Bridget, all right? She has a problem with retardation, but she's full of love.

Lt. Columbo:
You know, sir, it's a funny thing. All my life I kept running into smart people. I don't mean smart like you or the rest of the people in this house. You know what I mean. In school, there were a lot of smarter kids. And when I first joined the force, they had some very clever people there. And I could tell right away that it wouldn't be easy to make detective as long as they were around. But I figured, if I worked harder than they did, put in more time, read the books, kept my eyes open, maybe I could make it happen. And I did. And I really love my work, sir.

Oliver Brandt:
I can tell you do.

Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge:
Look, Mr. Scott, I'd love to explain everything to you, but the Captain wants this spectrographic analysis done by 1300 hours.

[La Forge goes back to work; Scotty follows slowly]

Scotty:
Do you mind a little advice? Starfleet captains are like children. They want everything right now and they want it their way. But the secret is to give them only what they need, not what they want.

Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge:
Yeah, well, I told the Captain I'd have this analysis done in an hour.

Scotty:
How long will it really take?

Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge:
An hour!

Scotty:
Oh, you didn't tell him how long it would *really* take, did ya?

Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge:
Well, of course I did.

Scotty:
Oh, laddie. You've got a lot to learn if you want people to think of you as a miracle worker.

Lt. Frank Drebin:
You know, sometimes I envy you and Edna. You have the same person every day for over 30 years. You wake up, eat with her, sleep with her. Make love to the same woman.

Lt. Frank Drebin:
You spend every possible waking moment together, while I'm out running around with a bunch of 20-year-olds who only want a good time and cheap sex sex sex. Girls who can't say no. Girls who can't get enough. "More, more, more. It's your turn now to wear the handcuffs..."

Lt. Frank Drebin:
I just want love, Ed.

Ed Hocken:
I'm sure you'll... find love, Frank.

Lucille:
If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally.

Lucille:
[earlier that day] I don't care for Gob.

Lucius Washington:
Now, Ricky, the doctor told us that we should let you work it out on your own sweet time, but...Ricky, you can walk.

Ricky Bobby:
What'd you just say?

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
He's tellin' you the truth, man. It's all in your head.

Ricky:
You sick...sons of bitches! I mean, you walk in that door, on your two legs, all fat and cocky, and lookin' at me in my chair, and you tell me it's all in my head? I hope that both of you have sons! Handsome, beautiful, articulate sons, who are talented, and star athletes, and they have their legs taken away! I mean, I pray you know that pain and that hurt!

Lucius:
Don't you put that evil on me, Ricky Bobby!!! Don't you put that on us! You are NOT paralyzed!

Ricky:
I am SO paralyzed!

Lucius:
NO, NO, NO!

Cal:
Don't be rough on him, now.

Lucius:
No, he needs to know!

Cal:
Okay.

Lucius:
He's always cryin'!

Cal:
Alright, tough love it is, tough love. [to Ricky] Wake up, idiot!

Ricky:
[pulls out a knife] You wanna know what I am?! You wanna see what my life is?!

Lucius:
Don't do it!

Ricky:
You wanna see what's goin' on here?!

Cal:
Don't you stick that knife in your leg...

[Ricky does so, pauses for a moment, and then screams]

Lucy van Pelt:
[to Schroeder] Sometimes I don't think you realize that you could lose me. Are you sure you want to suffer the tortures of the memories of a lost love? [pause] Do you know the tortures of the memories of a lost love?

[Schroeder stops playing the piano just as Lucy goes berserk, demolishing the piano over her next line]

Lucy van Pelt:
It's awful! It will haunt you night and day! You'll wake up at night screaming! You can't eat! You can't sleep! You'll want to smash things! You'll hate yourself and the world and everybody in it! Awwwwww! [sobs, then quite normally] Are you sure you want to risk losing me?

Lucy:
All you need is love.

Luke:
Let him go. Bam, Bam.

Dragline:
Knock it off, Luke. You can't talk about Him that way.

Luke:
Are you still believin' in that big bearded Boss up there? You think he's watchin' us?

Dragline:
Get in here. Ain't ya scared? Ain't ya scared of dyin'?

Luke:
Dyin'? Boy, he can have this little life any time he wants to. Do ya hear that? Are ya hearin' it? Come on. You're welcome to it, ol' timer. Let me know you're up there. Come on. Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know it.

Luke:
I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself.