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Nathan:
If you're lucky... if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.

Ned:
I was being selfish. I love to tell myself I was unselfish, but I know deep down in my primal sweet spot I was being unselfish for selfish reasons.

Neil:
Guys, guys, guys, I think I've solved our money problem. I'm writing to my bank manager. See what you think..."Dear Bank Manager."

Mike:
Yeah?

Neil:
Well, that's it. I'm quite pleased with it so far, though.

Mike:
Oh, well, it's a strong opening, certainly.

Vyvyan:
I don't like the "dear." Sounds a bit too much like, "Will you go to bed with me?"

Mike:
Well spoken, Vyvyan. What do you think instead?

Vyvyan:
Uh, what about..."darling?

[everyone concurs]

Neil:
[writing] "Darling Bank Manager..."

Rick:
No, no, no, no, no, not "Bank Manager," it's far too crawly bum-lick. Tell it like it is, put "Fascist Bullyboy!"

Neil:
"Darling Fascist Bullyboy..."

Mike:
That's nice, yes, so far so good. So what do you want to say?

Neil:
Well, basically, I want to ask him if I can have, like, an extension on my overdraft, but I know there must be a better way of putting it than that.

Mike:
Well, what about, "Give me some more money"?

Vyvyan:
..."You bastard!"

Neil:
Don't you think that's a bit strong?

Mike:
Ah, Neil, people like that respect strength.

Neil:
Yeah, you're right. Uh, "Darling Fascist Bullyboy, Give me some more money, you bastard..." Uh..."Love, Neil."

Vyvyan:
Not "Love, Neil"! That sounds far too much like, "Come and get it like a bitch-funky sex machine!"

Neil:
Yeah, you're right... Uh, what about, "Yours sincerely"?

Rick:
Oh, come off it, Neil. If you're going to be that sycophantic, why don't you go 'round there now and stick your tongue straight down the back of his trousers?

Neil:
Oh, look, I know, I know, why not "Boom Shanka"? It means, "May the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman."

Mike:
He'll never understand "Boom Shanka," you'll have to write the whole thing out.

Neil:
Right, okay, here we go. "Darling Fascist Bullyboy, Give me some more money, you bastard. May the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman, Neil."

Rick:
Well, if that doesn't work, I don't know what will.

Neo:
I just have never...

Rama-Kandra:
...heard a program speak of love?

Neo:
It's a... human emotion.

Rama-Kandra:
No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the word implies. I see that you are in love. Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection?

Neo:
Anything.

Rama-Kandra:
Then perhaps the reason you're here is not so different from the reason I'm here.

Neo:
Trinity. I know you can hear me. I'm never letting go. I can't. I just love you too damn much.

Neptune:
The accursed stove has burnt my finger.

[zaps stove]

Neptune:
Feel thine own wrath, stove! Ha ha!

SpongeBob SquarePants:
What did I tell you about using your powers, trainee?

Neptune:
[ashamed] Perfect patties are made with love, not magic.

Nero Wolfe:
So what happens today? Mr. Rowcliff took advantage of the absence of Mr. Goodwin whom he fears and petulantly envies and entered my house by force.

Lieutenant Rowcliff:
That's a lie! I rang - !

Nero Wolfe:
SHUT UP!

Nero Wolfe:
[pauses] He was ass enough to think I would speak with him. Naturally, I ordered him out. And when I persisted in my refusal, I turned to leave...

Nero Wolfe:
[growling]... and he put a hand on me! He then took me into custody, under warrant, conducted me out of my home, and in a rickety old police car, with a headstrong and paroxysmal driver, brought me to this building. I had assumed charitably that it was some major misapprehension that had driven Mr. Rowcliff to this frenzied zeal. But I learned from you, Mr. Bowen, that it was merely a fit of nincompoopery! That you - you think that I have a client. That I know something you don't know and would like to and that you can bully it out of me. Well, you can't! I haven't got it! But you are correct in assuming that I have a client, I do.

Lieutenant Rowcliff:
I knew it!

Nero Wolfe:
As you may know, Mr. Goodwin is not indifferent to those attributes of young women which constitute the chief reliance of our race in our gallant struggle against the menace of the insects. He is also... especially vulnerable to young women who have a knack for stimulating his love of chivalry and adventure. Priscilla Eads was such a woman. Within hours of her eviction by him at my behest, she was brutally murdered. He then bounded out of my house, like a man obsessed, after telling me he was going single-handedly after the murderer. It was... pathetic. But also, thoroughly admirable. And your callous and churlish treatment of him leave me with no alternative: I am at his service.

Lieutenant Rowcliff:
You mean Archie Goodwin is your client?

District Attorney T. Bowen:
All that rigamarole was leading up to that?

Archie Goodwin:
[kicks door open] I'm hungry. I had a soda fountain lunch. I could eat a porcupine with quills on it. Let's go home.

[Wolfe and Goodwin walk to the door. Wolfe taps Archie on the shoulder. They stop and turn around]

Nero Wolfe:
[to Rowcliff and Bowen] A paradise for puerility!

Nick Carraway:
His Smile was one of those rare smiles that you may come across four or five times in life. It seem to understand you and believe in you just as you would love to be understood and believed in.

Niles:
Well, no wonder you're heartbroken. You've just lost the only woman you could ever possibly, sometime down the line, perhaps fall in love with. I'm surprised the country music people haven't jumped all over this one.

Noon's Dad:
Your mum used to say love is like a bird. Hold it too tight, and you'll crush it. Hold it too loose, and it'll fly away.

Nurse:
Do you like what you see?

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
I love what I see.

Nurse:
Would you like to touch what you see?

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
Yes. Yes I would.

Nurse:
Would you like to go out with me?

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
Uh, yes I would.

Nurse:
Would you like to f*** me?

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
Bingo.

Nurse:
Well then let's see what you've got... [investigates his bulge] Doesn't interest me. Nothing there.

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
Nothing there? Just exactly what would interest you, something the size of a jumbo jet?

Nurse:
Have you been circumcised?

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
Yeah I have, why?

Nurse:
Your doctor must have cut a large portion off.

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
No uh, he was a, he was a good doctor.

Nurse:
Good doctors make mistakes too, that's why they have insurance.

Joe Marshall, the samurai cop:
[getting closer to her] Hey... don't worry. I got enough. It's big.

Nurse:
I want bigger. [walks away]

Nurse:
Sex can be a beautiful, sensual experience between a man and a woman who truly love each other and want to spend eternity together laying in each other's gentle embrace. Or it can be a dirty, filthy spank-fest in a bus station restroom shared by two anonymous consenting adults on a layover in Detroit and no one ever need know!

O'Reilly:
Don't you ever say that again about your fathers, because they are not cowards. You think I am brave because I carry a gun; well, your fathers are much braver because they carry responsibility, for you, your brothers, your sisters, and your mothers. And this responsibility is like a big rock that weighs a ton. It bends and it twists them until finally it buries them under the ground. And there's nobody says they have to do this. They do it because they love you, and because they want to. I have never had this kind of courage. Running a farm, working like a mule every day with no guarantee anything will ever come of it. This is bravery.

Officer:
This is the best tea in the city.

Uncle Iroh:
The secret ingredient is love!

Old Fred:
"H" for "Hurry," "E" for "'Ergent,'" "L" for "Love me," and "P" for "P-P-P-Please help!"

Old Joe:
I love living vicariously through the pain and suffering of others.

Old Martin Chuzzlewit:
The curse of this family is the love of self. It always has been. I see it now on some of your faces. There is a kind of selfishness which is always on the watch for selfishness in others and keeping others at a distance by suspicions and distrusts wonders why they do not approach and do not confide. God forgive me I did not see it in myself.

Oliver Wendell Douglas:
Is there any mail for me?

Sam Drucker:
[being spiteful] I wouldn't know. I had all of your mail re-routed to the Pixley post office.

Oliver Wendell Douglas:
Oh, for the love of - !

Sam Drucker:
By the way, don't forget to change your zip code. Pixley's 96344821756.

Sam Drucker:
I'm not - -!

Oliver Wendell Douglas:
Hooterville's 3.

Lisa Douglas:
Oh, Oliver, we should have stayed here. They have a lower zipper code.

Oliver Wendell Douglas:
[correcting her] Zipper cod. I mean a [confused and fumbling] zip - zip

Sam Drucker:
Oh no, zip CODE. We pronounce it different here in Hooterville.

Olly:
Do you know the language of love?

Chester:
Yeah, it's like...

Olly:
How's it go?

Chester:
Sure, "Hey fruity lips... come on, come on home with me sugar butt."

Olly:
Sugar Butt?

Chester:
Yeah.

Olly:
You called a girl "Sugar Butt"?

Chester:
Yeah, and I keep cereal in my pocket, to feed them.

Oracle:
What did you do with Sati?

Smith:
Cookies need love like everything does. [laughs]

Oracle:
You are a bastard.

Smith:
You would know, Mom.

Our Story Teller:
Aaron's heart was filled with joy and love. And he knew at last that the hate he had carried there was wrong. As ALL hatred will ever be wrong. For more powerful, more beautiful by far than all the eons of sadness and cruelty and desolation which had come before, was that one tiny, crystalline second of laughter. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

Ozzy Osbourne:
I love you all. I love you more than life itself but you're all f***in' mad.

Palmer Joss:
Did you love your father?

Ellie Arroway:
What?

Palmer Joss:
Your dad. Did you love him?

Ellie Arroway:
Yes, very much.

Palmer Joss:
Prove it.

Papa:
In my despair I have fathered madmen who dress like factory workers but never do manual labor, who read nonsense and spout pompous bullshit about Algerians and, and who love nothing, not Algerians or French or flesh and blood or anything living. [to Louis, pointedly] So I have sympathy for a man who can say "I have a papa." Who does what he must for his family.