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Viola De Lesseps:
I love you, Will, beyond poetry.

Virginia:

He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.

Vittoria:
Why do we ask so many questions? Two people shouldn't know each other too well if they want to fall in love. But, then, maybe they shouldn't fall in love at all.

Wade Swoboda:
I love you like a Sister.

Grace Kelly:
Oh, Wade. I'm Southern. Please don't tell me you love me like a sister!

Wallace Wells:
Hey, Jimmy. Do they rock or suck?

Jimmy:
They... have not started playing yet.

Wallace Wells:
That was a test, Jimmy.

Luke "Crash" Wilson:
[offscreen] One, two.

Wallace Wells:
[pats his arm] You passed.

Jimmy:
[nervous] Okay.

Luke "Crash" Wilson:
Good evening. My name's Crash, these are the Boys.

Wallace Wells:
[heckling.] Is that girl a Boy, too?

Luke "Crash" Wilson:
Yes. [Trasha gives Wallace the finger.]

Kim Pine:
[offstage, angrily] They have a girl drummer??

Luke "Crash" Wilson:
This song is called, "I Am So Sad, I Am So Very, Very Sad". Goes a little something like this.

[Trasha counts in on the drums, and Crash and Joel play two chords]

Luke "Crash" Wilson:
SO SAD! [Song ends] Thank you.

Wallace Wells:
[heckling.] Not a race, guys!

Luke "Crash" Wilson:
All right, this next song goes out to the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony. [Wallace points at himself, mock questioningly] It's called "We Hate You, Please Die."

Wallace Wells:
Sweet! [to Jimmy] Love this one.

Wallace:
Ah, love, Gromit. That's the biggest trap of all. The tender trap, they call it. And that's how we'll capture this thing. A lovely lady rabbit. How could any hot-blooded rabbit beast resist?

Walter Fane:
I despise myself. For allowing myself to love you once.

Warren Peace:
You know what I think? To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart.

Layla:
Wow. That is really deep.

Warren Peace:
Yeah. [holds up slip of paper from a fortune cookie] And your lucky numbers are four, sixteen, five, and forty-nine.

Warren Salter:
We don't love the people we love because they're perfect, we love the people we love because they are.

Webby:
Genie, your gonna love playing tea party.

Genie:
I know. I read all about it. Can I be the guy who dresses like an Indian and throws the tea off the boat?

Webby:
No silly, not a Boston Tea Party.

Welcome the darkness, embrace it as a canopy from which the stars can hang.

For there are always stars, when we are where we ought to be, amongst the faces we love best.

Each with our place, each with our purpose, as fixed and familiar as the constellations.

The Darkness is beautiful.

For how else can we shine.

Closing lines read by Vanessa Redgrave, Season 9 Call the Midwife, Episode 8

Westley:
Hear this now: I will always come for you.

Buttercup:
But how can you be sure?

Westley:
This is true love - you think this happens every day?

Wez:
No more talk. They kill us, we kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill! Kill!

Lord Humungus:
Be still my dog of war. I understand your pain. We've all lost someone we love. But we do it my way! We do it my way. Fear is our ally. The gasoline will be ours. Then you shall have your revenge.

Wez:
They kill us, we kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill! Kill!

The Humungus:
Be still my dog of war. I understand your pain. We've all lost someone we love. But we do it my way! We do it my way. Fear is our ally. The gasoline will be ours. Then you shall have your revenge.

Wheeler:
[Kiss's "Love Gun" plays on the stereo] You see, Ronnie, his *dick* is the gun!

Whistler:
Better wear your sunblock, Buttercup.

Chupa:
Listen, shit kicker! You're about one cunt hair away from hillbilly heaven.

Whistler:
I love it when you talk dirty.

William of Baskerville:
How peaceful life would be without love, Adso. How safe, how tranquil... and how dull.

William Wallace:
I love you. Always have. I want to marry you.

William:
The thing is, with you I'm in real danger. It seems like a perfect situation, apart from that foul temper of yours, but my relatively inexperienced heart would I fear not recover if I was, once again, cast aside as I would absolutely expect to be. There's just too many pictures of you, too many films. You know, you'd go and I'd be... uh, well buggered basically.

Anna:
That really is a real no, is it?

William:
I live in Notting Hill, you live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are; my mother has trouble remembering my name.

Anna:
Fine. Fine. Good decision. [Nods her head] Good decision. [After a pause] The fame thing isn't really real you know? And don't forget I'm... I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Willie Conway:
I look at you and I think it's amazing that there's a guy out there gets to do all kinds of things with you. He gets to make you happy and spend evenings with you...

Andera:
...make me martinis, listen to Van Morrison...

Willie Conway:
...smell your skin...

Andera:
...after a day at the beach.

Willie Conway:
Yeah, and read the papers...

Andera:
...on a Sunday morning...

Willie Conway:
...a rainy Sunday morning, and pepper your belly with baby kisses... Sorry.

Andera:
The thing is, there's a guy out there thinks the same thing about Tracy and he's jealous of you because you get to do all that with her. Willie: Let me ask you something; can you think of anything better than making love to an attractive stranger... with just an oil light to guide your way? Can you think of anything better?

Andera:
Going back to Chicago. Ice cold martini. Van Morrison.

Willie Conway:
Sunday papers. Got ya.

Willoughby:
[in a letter] Jason, Willoughby here. I'm dead now, sorry about that. There's something I wanted to say to you that I never really said when I was alive. I think you've got the makings of being a really good cop, Jason, and you know why? Because, deep down, you're a decent man. I know you don't think I think that, but I do, dipshit. I do think you're too angry though, and I know it's all since your dad died and you had to go look after your mom and all, but as long as you hold on to so much hate, then I don't think you're ever going to become, what I know you want to become - a detective. 'Cause you know what you need to become a detective? And I know you're gonna wince when I say this, but what you need to become a detective is love.

Mildred Hayes:
Fuck 'em.

[Mildred starts throwing Molatov cocktails at the police station, unaware that Dixon is inside it reading Willoughby's letter]

Willoughby:
Because through love comes calm, and through calm comes thought. And you need thought to detect stuff sometimes, Jason. It's kinda all you need. You don't even need a gun. And you definitely don't need hate. Hate never solved nothing, but calm did. And thought did. Try it. Try it just for a change. No one'll think you're gay. And if they do, arrest 'em for homophobia! Won't they be surprised! Good luck to you, Jason. You're a decent man, and yeah you've had a run of bad luck, but things are gonna change for you. I can feel it.

Willy Gaines:
[On Frank's promotion] Gunnery Sergeant Minoso, huh?

Tommy Conlin:
Cut it out, Willy.

Jimmy Sullivan:
Yeah, get off it already.

Frank Minoso:
That's right, Willy. You got a problem with that?

Willy Gaines:
Not a problem, Gunny. Just wondering why you? I mean everyone knows that Tommy's the hero of the group.

Jimmy Sullivan:
Quit stirrin' the pot, Willy...

Willy Gaines:
Or what about Jimmy? I mean where would we be without the good doctor savin' our hides all the time. Or hey what about me? Remember that one guy in the tree I potted? [Soldier shouts in the distance, tanks start their engines]

Frank Minoso:
Stripes come from up high, you redneck.

Willy Gaines:
Oh, I know where they come from. I'm just making sure you're not pullin' our legs is all. You know... Like when you talk about how much the ladies love ya.

Frank Minoso:
[Tanks disembark] Oh, you're a cocky son of a bitch! I've put up with your crap since boot camp!

Willy Gaines:
What's that? I can't hear ya Gunny. It's kinda loud in here.

Frank Minoso:
You're gonna get it, Willy.

Willy Gaines:
I guess we'll talk later then. Okay, buddy!

Wladyslaw Szpilman:
I love to see a woman playing the cello.

Xavier:
Later, much later, back in Paris, each harrowing ordeal will become an adventure. For some idiotic reason, your most horrific experiences are the stories you most love to tell.