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Morty:
You're missing the point, Dad... I don't want girls. I want Jessica!

Jerry:
Ah, well... I remember feeling that way about a young lady named "your mom". And that's not an urban diss-your mom was my Jessica. I remember the first time I saw her. I thought...

Rick:
[opens cupboard] "I should get her pregnant, then she'll have to marry me."

Jerry:
I beg your pardon, Rick. Inappropriate.

Rick:
[rummages freezer and fridge] Sorry, please proceed with your story about banging my daughter in high school. I'm not sure you wanna take romantic advice from this guy, Morty. His marriage is hanging from a thread.

Jerry:
My marriage is FINE, thank you.

Rick:
Jerry, it's your house. Whatever you say it is how it is, but I think a blind man could see that Beth is looking for the door. I barely have a reason to care and even I noticed.

Morty:
C'mon, Rick! Don't talk about my parents like that!

Rick:
Listen Morty, I hate to break it to you, but what people calls "love" is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard, Morty, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it. Your parents are gonna do it. Break the cycle, Morty. Rise above. Focus on science.

Morwenna Chynoweth:
Love has to go on, or it has to stop.

Drake Carne:
You can't stop it no more than you can stop the tides.

Mother Superior:
But when love and duty are one, then grace is within you.

Mother:
Navin, I'd love you if you were the color of a baboon's ass.

Mr. Blonde:
Boy that was really exciting. I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan aren't ya. Yeah me too. I love that guy. My heart's beatin' so fast I'm about to have a heart attack.

Mr. Burns:
I love the Spanish, from the Inquisition to the delightful Franco years.

Mr. Burns:
[after a power surge] Was that us?

Waylon Smithers:
No, sir.

Mr. Burns:
[Chuckles] I love it when it's not us.

Mr. Darcy:
Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past few months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you. I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

Elizabeth Bennet:
I don't understand.

Mr. Darcy:
I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour 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:
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 endeavour 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.

Mr. Darcy:
No, believe me, I didn't mean--

Elizabeth Bennet:
If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse. But I have other reasons, you know I have.

Mr. Darcy:
What reasons?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the world for caprice and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes, involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?

Mr. Darcy:
I do not deny it.

Elizabeth Bennet:
How could you do it?

Mr. Darcy:
Because I believed your sister to be indifferent to him.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Indifferent?

Mr. Darcy:
I watched them most carefully and realized his attachment was deeper than hers.

Elizabeth Bennet:
That's because she's shy!

Mr. Darcy:
Bingley, too, is modest and was persuaded she didn't feel strongly for him--

Elizabeth Bennet:
Because you suggested it!

Mr. Darcy:
I did it for his own good!

Elizabeth Bennet:
My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me. [pauses] I suppose you suspect that his fortune had some bearing?

Mr. Darcy:
No! I wouldn't do your sister the dishonor, though it was suggested...

Elizabeth Bennet:
What was?

Mr. Darcy:
It was made perfectly clear that an advantageous marriage...

Elizabeth Bennet:
Did my sister give that impression?

Mr. Darcy:
No! No. No, there was, however, I have to admit, the matter of your family...

Elizabeth Bennet:
Our want of connection? Mr. Bingley didn't seem to vex himself about that--

Mr. Darcy:
No, it was more than that.

Elizabeth Bennet:
How, sir?

Mr. Darcy:
It was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, your three younger sisters, even on occasion your father. [pauses] Forgive me. You and your sister I must exclude from this.

Elizabeth Bennet:
And what about Mr. Wickham?

Mr. Darcy:
Mr.. Wickham?

Elizabeth Bennet:
What excuse can you give for your behavior towards him?

Mr. Darcy:
You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns.

Elizabeth Bennet:
He told me of his misfortunes.

Mr. Darcy:
Oh, yes, his misfortunes have been very great indeed.

Elizabeth Bennet:
You ruin his chances and yet you treat him with sarcasm.

Mr Darcy:
So this is your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt by my honesty...

Elizabeth Bennet:
My pride?

Mr. Darcy:
...in admitting scruples about our relationship. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?

Elizabeth Bennet:
And those are the words of a gentleman. From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

(Pause.) [He leans in towards her, as if about to kiss her]

Mr Darcy:
Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.

Mr. E.F. Duncan, Owner Duncan's Toy Chest:
You see that tree there? Well to show our appreciation for youtr generosity, I'm gonna let you select an object from that tree that you can take home with you.

Kevin McCallister:
For free?

Mr. E.F. Duncan, Owner Duncan's Toy Chest:
Oh yes. May I make a suggestion? Take the Turtle Doves.

Kevin McCallister:
I can have two?

Mr. E.F. Duncan, Owner Duncan's Toy Chest:
Well, two Turtle Doves. I'll tell you what you do: you keep one, and you give the other one to a very special person. You see, Turtle Doves are a symbol of friendship and love. And as long as each of you has your Turtle Dove, you'll be friends forever.

Kevin McCallister:
Wow. I never knew that. I thought they were just part of a song.

Mr. E.F. Duncan, Owner Duncan's Toy Chest:
They are. And for that very special reason.

Mr. Fry:
A woman's love is like the morning dew: it's as apt to settle on a horse turd as it is a rose.

Mr. Lahey:
Randy just doesn't understand. I mean I love him dearly, but I hate Ricky more. I just don't want to have to put up with that prick for the rest of my life. You know, he grew up as a little shit-spark from the old shit-flint. And then he turned into a shit-bonfire and then driven by the winds of his monumental ignorance, he turned into a raging shit-firestorm. If I get to be married to Barb i'll have total control of Sunnyvale, and then I can unleash a shitnami tidal wave that'll engulf Ricky and extinguish his shit-flames forever. And with any luck, he'll drown in the undershit of that wave. Shit-waves.

Mr. Leezak:
Gonna tell me what your chewin' on?

Tom:
I just don't know if love is enough anymore.

Mr. Leezak:
What do you mean, "enough"?

Tom:
I mean... Even if Sarah and I do love each other... maybe we did need more time to get to know each other.

Mr. Leezak:
So...

Mr. Leezak:
what your saying here is... you had a couple of bad days in Europe and... it's over. Time to grow up, Tommy.

Tom:
Hmm?

Mr. Leezak:
Some days your mother and me loved each other. Other days we had to work at it. You never see the hard days in a photo album... but those are the ones that get you from one happy snapshot to the next. I'm sorry your honeymoon stunk but that's what you got dealt. Now you gotta work through it. Sarah doesn't need a guy with a fat wallet to make her happy. I saw how you love this girl. How you two lit each other up. She doesn't need anymore security than that.

Tom:
Thanks, dad.

Mrs. Frankenstien:
When you loose someone you love they move into a special place in your heart.

Mrs. O'Brien:
[voice over] Help each other. Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray of light. Forgive.

Mrs. Purchase:
Follow me love. I could suck the Thames dry.

Steven Toast:
Is that you, Mrs Purchase?

Ms. Bitters:
Children, your performance was miserable. Your parents will all receive phone calls instructing them to love you less now.

Ms. Nora Digger Dinsmoor:
She'll only break your heart, it's a fact. And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you terribly, you'll still pursue her. Ain't love grand?

Myrtle Snow:
Going somewhere?

Fiona Goode:
Is everyone back from the dead, or have I already died and gone to heaven? Well, I suppose it would be hell, you know.

Myrtle Snow:
I've been resurrected by our new Supreme, young Madison. She rather reminds me of you in your youth, thin as a pin with a dreadful case of the "me, me, me's."

Fiona Goode:
Yes. Well, I wish her the best. I will be... on the island... of Patmos.

Myrtle Snow:
That's not one of the choices, darling. Take your own life or be burned, I believe it was.

Fiona Goode:
No, I'm not ready. I have finally found someone I belong to. Someone I truly love.

Myrtle Snow:
No details, darling. I couldn't bear it.

Fiona Goode:
I am very ill, Myrtle. I won't last long. And he wants to take care of me.

Myrtle Snow:
You haven't thought through this, Fiona. Maybe it's your weakened state. This dream of a perfect love you're clinging to is just a nasty trick life is playing on you. You will die the same way you lived your life - alone and disappointed by everyone. He won't stay till the end. They promise, but... they don't.

Fiona Goode:
You are nothing but an envious old bitch.

Nadal:
When the thought of someones decapitated head upsets you, that is love.

Nagiko:
Warm rain falling from the mountainous clouds. Walking slowly dressed in crimson thinking of Kyoto. Kissed by a lover in the Matsuo Tiasha garden. Quiet water and loud water. Love in the afternoon in imitation of history. Love before and love after. If God approved of His creation. He brought the painted clay-model to life. By signing His own name. Flesh and the writing table. Writing of love and finding it.

Narration:
This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie The Graduate. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parents' marriage she'd only loved two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and feel nothing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

Narrator:
What a time two toucans have making love. When they're beak-to-beak, they can't get cheek-to-cheek, because when one toucan turns his head, only one toucan can.

Natalie Woodstein, Lauren's dorky friend:
You don't know what love is like until you've fallen for your cousin.

Nathan Ingram:
Something you want to share, Harold? I haven't seen you this nervous since your thesis presentation. Nice pocket square. [Chuckles] What, do you have a hot date? [Harold is silent] You old dog. What's her story?

Harold Finch:
Stop. It's nothing, Nathan.

Nathan Ingram:
Ah, of course. Talking about your love life would run at cross purposes with your invisible man routine. That's okay, Harold, I get it. Just remember, while mystery is a powerful tool in a relationship a little goes a long way.