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Lyn Scully:
Scott, come and meet Father Tom, and Sindi!

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
Howdy, hi, hi.

Sindi Watts:
Hi.

Father Tom Scully:
Hello.

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
[pointing to Father Toms dog collar] Ah- Reverand!

Lyn Scully:
No, Father love.

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
What?

Lyn Scully:
Er, Tom is a Father not a Reverand.

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
Why are you dressed like that then?

Sindi Watts:
Because that's what Fathers wear!

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
Yeah but so do Reverends!

Lyn Scully:
Yeah but Tom's a Father.

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
Oh, right sorry, how many have you got?

Father Tom Scully:
I'm sorry, what?

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
Er, kids?

Father Tom Scully:
I don't have any kids.

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
So you're not a Father?

Lyn Scully:
Scott!

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
Reverends can be Fathers!

Lyn Scully:
Yeah, but not Roman Catholic Fathers!

Scott 'Stingray' Timmins:
[realizing] Oh right...

Madame Foster:
I told you explicitly, implicitly and unequivocally, no wild parties! [beat]... Without me! You know how much I love wild parties.

Magarri:
If you've got no love in your heart, you've got nothing... No dreaming, not story, nothing.

Maggie Carpenter:
You're a cynical, exploitive, mean-hearted creep who wouldn't know real love if it bit him in the armpit.

Malcolm Tucker:
[to Cliff Lawton] I'd love to stop and chat to you but I'd rather have type 2 diabetes.

Man in photo:
She is in love.

Nino Quincampoix:
I don't even know her!

Man in photo:
Oh, you know her.

Nino Quincampoix:
Since when?

Man in photo:
Since always.

Man in photo:
In your dreams.

Man Ray:
A man in love with a woman from a different era. I see a photograph!

Luis Bu?uel:
I see a film!

Gil:
I see insurmountable problem!

Salvador Dal?:
I see rhinoceros!

Mandy:
Love is for the weak-minded.

Mandy:
[after the theme song] Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

Marcel Gerard:
You want all this? Fine. It's yours. You can put me back on the street for all I care , but let's make one thing clear. Youl'll never have this: loyalty. You can't buy it. You can't own it. You can't force it. It comes only out of love and respect for the people who believe in you. You taught me many things, Niklaus Mikaelson but this I learned myself and it is something that you will never know. Enjoy your kingdom.

Marcello Rubini:
[to Emma] A man who agrees to live like this is a finished man, he's nothing but a worm! I don't believe in your aggressive, sticky, maternal love! I don't want it, I have no use for it! This isn't love, it's brutalization!

Marcello:
I am going to make love all over your body!

Marco - Blind Swordsman:
I love to paint.

Davenport:
Oh wow, are you any good?

Marco - Blind Swordsman:
I don't know.

Marco Venier:
What God and greed have joined together, let no love put asunder.

Marcus:
I got the letter. Thanks.

Fiona:
Oh my God. I'd forgotten.

Marcus:
You forgot? You forgot a suicide letter?

Fiona:
Well I didn't think I'd have to remember it, did I? Did you read the part where I said I'd always love you?

Marcus:
It's a bit hard for you to love me when you're dead, isn't it?

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 partner. You hold it... you dance with it... Life has to end, Eddie... Love doesn't.

Marion:
I love you Harry. You make me feel like a person.

Harry Goldfarb:
Marion, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my dream.

Marius:
If we can't win today, then none of us have a future.

Jean Valjean:
You have love. That's the only future God gives us.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
Excuse me, excuse me. I don't mean to harass you, but I was very impressed with the capable and stylish manner in which you dealt with that situation. And I was thinking to myself, now this girl's special.

Diane:
Thanks.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
What's your name?

Diane:
Diane.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
And where are you going, Diane?

Diane:
I'm going home.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
Well, where's that?

Diane:
It's where I live.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
Great.

Diane:
What?

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
Well, I'll come back with you if you like, but like, I'm not promising anything, you know.

Diane:
Do you find that this approach usually works? Or let me guess, you've never tried it before. In fact, you don't normally approach girls - am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet sensitive type but, if I'm prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal. Taxi! A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But hey - don't us girls just love that?

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
Eh?

Diane:
Well, what's wrong boy - cat got your tongue?

Mark Corrigan:
So, have you got kids?

Foz:
Not yet. Why?

Mark Corrigan:
Oh, no reason. I mean, I love kids. Not in a bad way, in a nice way. I mean, I'm not on the Child Protection Register... yet. Which proves I'm not a paedo! [voiceover] This is going horribly. Need a joke. [to Foz and Sally] Either that or I'm an incredibly hard-to-detect paedo! [voiceover] Just move on from the paedo area entirely!

Mark Corrigan:
You see the thing is... I don't think I've ever done sex right before.

Jeremy Usborne:
You're fine, mate. Just stick with missionary. You're a sexual civilian, leave the disgusting stuff to me.

Mark Corrigan:
Cally's teaching me. She gives me a second-by-second detailed instructions of what to put where for how long.

Jeremy Usborne:
That's cheating! Anyone can please a woman if she tells you what to do. You're not allowed to ask, that's the whole point!

Mark Corrigan:
Look, if I break up with her I don't see myself having good sex ever again. Unless I'm, like, going on holiday to Hawaii and the plane crashes and all my fellow survivors are women sex therapists on their way to a conference. And even then, there'll probably be loads of male sex therapists too and they'd love that, wouldn't they, all f***ing each other and giving each other tips while I sit on a rock, wanking and crying.

Mark Hoffman:
Hello, Brad. Hello, Ryan. I want to play a game. The same woman has played each of you for a fool, manipulating your love for her and causing nothing but pain. Her fun and games pushed you both to break the law to fulfill her material needs. She is toxic. And today, all of your transgressions will be made public. Now you must choose who will drop out of this triangle, for within sixty seconds, one of you must die. If you wish to save her, then the saws must be pushed all the way to one side or the other, sparing her while proving who is indeed the alpha male. Are you both strong enough to walk away from what is destroying you, or will you fight one more time for the heart that binds? You have sixty seconds to decide. Live or die. Make your choice.

Marshall Langman:
Girl, you look like Annie Oakley and Pippi Longstocking had a baby and I love it!

Martha:
There's always been something wrong. Always, just as long as I can remember. But I never knew what it was until all this happened.

Karen:
Stop it Martha! Stop this crazy talk!

Martha:
You're afraid of hearing it, but I'm more afraid that you.

Karen:
I won't listen to you!

Martha:
No! You've got to know. I've got to tell you. I can't keep it to myself any longer. I'm guilty!

Karen:
You're guilty of nothing!

Martha:
I've been telling myself that since the night I heard the child say it. I lie in bed night after night praying that it isn't true. But I know about it now. It's there. I don't know how, I don't know why. But I did love you! I do love you! I resented your plans to marry. Maybe because I wanted you. Maybe I've wanted you all these years. I couldn't call it by name before, but maybe it's been there since I first knew you.

Karen:
But it's not the truth, not a word of it is true! We've never thought of each other that way.

Martha:
No, of course you didn't. But who's to say I didn't. I'd never felt that way about anybody before you. I've never loved a man. I never knew why before, maybe it's that.

Karen:
You're tired and worn out.

Martha:
It's funny. It's all mixed up. There's something in you, and you don't know anything about it because you don't know it's there. And then suddenly, one night a little girl gets bored and tells a lie, and there, for the first time, you see it. Then you say to yourself, did she see it? Did she sense it?

Karen:
But you know it could have been any lie. She was looking for anything to...

Martha:
But why this lie? She found the lie with the ounce of truth. Don't you see? I can't stand to have you touch me! I can't stand to have you look at me! Oh, it's all my fault. I have ruined your life and I have ruined my own. I swear I didn't know it! I didn't mean it! Oh, I feel so damn sick and dirty I can't stand it anymore!

Karen:
All this isn't true. You've never said it; we'll forget it by tomorrow.

Martha:
Tomorrow? That's a funny word. Karen, we would have had to invent a new language, as children do, without words like tomorrow.