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[last lines]

James T. Kirk:
There will always be those who mean to do us harm. To stop them, we risk awakening the same evil within ourselves. Our first instinct is to seek revenge when those we love are taken from us. But that's not who we are... When Christopher Pike first gave me his ship, he had me recite the Captain's Oath. Words I didn't appreciate at the time. But now I see them as a call for us to remember who we once were and who we must be again. And those words: Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Her five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.

[last lines]

Jesus:
Go now, and teach all nations. Make it your first care to love one another and to find the kingdom of God, and all things shall be yours without me asking. Do not fret then for tomorrow; leave tomorrow to fret over its own needs, for today... today's troubles are enough. And lo, I am with you always, even onto the end of the world...

[last lines]

Lil' Pete:
Dear Mama, so much has changed since my last letter. I scarcely know where to begin. First off, it turns out our daddy is a bad, bad man, and he got thrown in jail. But it's okay, 'cause Screaming Eagle, the Indian chief who raised Tommy, said he'd be all our dads, too. I really like it here in this village. Our new brothers and sisters love to have fun and have been so nice to all of us.

Screaming Eagle:
These white guys cannot dance!

Lil' Pete:
Danny don't drink whiskey no more. And Ramon and Herm are trying to learn Indian ways. Oh, and big news. I finally have a girlfriend, and she's much prettier than a canty-loupe.

Tommy aka White Knife:
[to Lil Pete & Beaver Breath] Come on you two, you're missing all the fun!

Lil' Pete:
Anyways, Mama, thanks for raising me. Your loving son, Lil Pete, proud member of the Ridiculous 6.

[last lines]

LT Rorke:
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about his religion. Respect others in their views and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life. Beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people. When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

[Liv gets on stage of The Slow Roll country bar to sing her song]

Olivia 'Liv' Moore:
[speaking while strumming the intro to her song] Hi, I'm Liv. This is a song that I wrote about two people that I have gotten to know recently. They love each other, desperately, but they can't seem to stop hurting each other.

Olivia 'Liv' Moore:
[begins to sing her song] So you heard from some folks that I ain't been true / I guess you still get gossip in the clink / It happened on one night, I was full of SoCo and lime / When a pretty boy bought me a drink / And he said, "Darlin', you're too pretty to be sad" / And I said, "Mister, I needed to hear that real bad"...

[Babineaux leaves Liv a voicemail message regarding the case as a woman brings in a bag of something her son found]

Olivia 'Liv' Moore:
[singing] There's only nightmares ahead of us / And sweet dreams long ago / It's time to wake up, baby / It's time I let you go / Oh oh, oh oh / I've got to let you... go.

[looking at the District 4 Male Tribute]

Katniss Everdeen:
Finnick Odair, right?

Haymitch Abernathy:
Yes. He won the games at 14. Youngest ever. Extremely humble.

Katniss Everdeen:
You're kidding.

Haymitch Abernathy:
Yes, I'm kidding. He's a peacock, a total preener but he's the Capitol darling. They love him here. Charming, smart and very skilled at combat - especially in water.

[Michael has found his brother, Gob, hidden in his office]

Michael:
One of those British guys came up to me and told me to back off. I can't believe it, but Dad may have been telling the truth. This may be dangerous.

Gob:
So you came back here to hide like a child.

Michael:
What are you doing locked in my office, exactly?

Gob:
Hiding from a child. Big difference.

Michael:
Gob, Steve Holt is your son. He probably just feels a connection.

Gob:
He doesn't know what he feels. I'm tired of being told - my God. What is this feeling?

[Schmaltzy music begins to play]

Michael:
You know, the feeling that you're feeling is just what many of us call... a "feeling".

Gob:
It's not like envy, or even hungry.

Michael:
Could it be love?

Gob:
I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite - it's like my heart is getting hard.

[the music reaches its crescendo]

Gob:
Maybe I am ready to be a father.

[Repeated lines]

Gothel:
I love you very much, dear.

Rapunzel:
I love you more.

Gothel:
I love you most.

[repeated line]

Count von Count:
Greetings! I am the Count. They call me the Count because I love to count things.

[Richard draws his sword]

King Richard:
Care to dance?

Chester Wormwood:
Love to!

King Richard:
Excellent!

Chester Wormwood:
Let's be clear, right? When you say "dance," you mean "fight." You don't really wanna dance.

King Richard:
Correct, fight not dance. Sorry, did you wanna dance?

Chester Wormwood:
No! Really - come on, kinda weird!

King Richard:
You know, sorry, this face-off isn't going great. Would you mind terribly if we started over?

Chester Wormwood:
Yeah, sure.

[Richard re-sheathes his sword, clears his throat and speaks in a booming voice]

King Richard:
*Well, well, well!* If it isn't the soon-to-be-dead Mr. Wormwood!

Chester Wormwood:
Oh, much better!

[Shawn has to re-enter the scene before he can remove the real nails from the "prop" nail gun]

Quintessa Gabriel:
[Spanish] Oh, there you are, my dear. Here, hand me the nail gun.

Shawn Spencer:
[English with heavy Spanish accent] Okay, here you go. But do not point this at me because is mucho dangerioso.

Quintessa Gabriel:
[Spanish] I know that, my darling.

Shawn Spencer:
[English, Spanish accent] Yo se that you know, but seriously, be very carefulio. You could muerteme with this thing because it is realio!

Quintessa Gabriel:
[Quintessa wrestles the nail gun out of his hands. In English:] I love the improv, the passion. [Points the gun at him. In Spanish:] Of course it's real! As real as you cheating on me with my sister Serena, and getting her pregnant!

Burton 'Gus' Guster:
[Watching from beside the camera] Shawn's the father of Serena's baby!

Shawn Spencer:
[Normal accent, whisper] Please put that down, woman, it's loaded with *real* nails!

Quintessa Gabriel:
[In Spanish] And it's you that killed Vincente!

Burton 'Gus' Guster:
Shawn, watch out! Watch out!

[Shawn ducks behind a chair, Quintessa fires and misses, Shawn sees the real murderer and figures it out]

Shawn Spencer:
[English, Spanish accent] No! You are wrong! I am not a murderero! But I know who iso! Yes: your twin sister.

Quintessa Gabriel:
[Spanish] I don't have a twin sister.

Shawn Spencer:
[English, Spanish accent] Yes, what I mean is, someone who wants to be your twin sister. Someone who wants to be you!

Lance:
[Watching on TV in jail] I definitely did not write this.

Quintessa Gabriel:
[English] Okay, I don't get it.

Shawn Spencer:
[English with accent] No, it's like, uh [Spanish] beautiful girls... drinking... beer on the beach...

Director:
My God, he's improvising!

Shawn Spencer:
[Still Spanish] with homicide... uh... [English with accent] Uh, can't do this... you make a translation for me, yeah? [Whispers in Quintessa's ear]

Henry Spencer:
[Watching on TV at home] Ah, high school Spanish comes back to haunt him.

Quintessa Gabriel:
[In English, pointing at Kelly] She did it!

Director:
Pan over! Pan over! [Pan to shot of Kelly by the crafty table]

Shawn Spencer:
[Normal accent] After all that you just point at the murderer? Don't you have any sense of dramatic tension or build? Come on, what are we, on "Blossom"? No, you start by saying she was your biggest fan, you know? That she practically worships you, and that she read all the scripts. I got this, I got this. [Back to Spanish accent] You! Yes you! You hated it whenever Corrin was put into jeopardy! So you took it upon yourself to avenge her!

Kelly:
I had to! She cares too much! Her heart is too big for her chest!

[Shawn glances at Quintessa's chest and shakes his head]

[taking his wife deer hunting]

Jeff Foxworthy:
She would not shut up the entire time. We're walking through the woods, and she's like "It is so dirty out here. I cannot believe leaves and sticks are everywhere. Can you believe how dirty it is? Nobody ever cleans this up? Oh, God, look at that. I got mud on my new boots. Oh, I hope that comes out. I love these little boots. You know, they were originally a hundred and twenty nine dollars, but I got them for fifty-nine ninety-five. You wanna know why? They're last year's boots. I don't think anybody will know, do you? Oh, God, there's a bug on my pants! Get him off, get him off, get him off! Well, don't kill him, he's just a little bug! He's probably looking for his bug family! Here, hold my binoculars, 'cause I gotta straighten my hat up. Are my bangs even? Are they really even, or are you just saying that? Are they even? Does this coat make me look too fat? I don't like this coat. I liked it when I first put it on, but now I think it makes my hips look fat. Don't you think so? Where are all the deer? You said there were going to be deer out here, I don't see one single deer. Is this gonna take a long time? How... how come you're putting your gun in your mouth?"

[laughter]

[The unrated version of Girard's introduction]

Jean Girard:
Why did you stop ze jazz music? Was it unpleasant to you?

Ricky Bobby:
No one plays jazz here at The Pit Stop!

Jean Girard:
So then why is the song on the jukebox?

Bartender:
We keep it on there for profiling purposes. We also got the Pet Shop Boys and Seal. [Girard advances on Ricky]

Jean Girard:
My name is Jean Girard, and I am a racing-car driver, just like you, except I am from Formula Un. I am the greatest one in the whole world. I have been following your career with great interest, Monsieur "Booby".

Ricky Bobby:
I can't understand a word you've said the whole time.

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Did you eat some peanut butter or something?

Ricky Bobby:
Yeah, you sound like a dog with peanut butter on the roof of your mouth.

Jean Girard:
I think what you are 'earing is my accent. I am, uh...French.

Ricky Bobby:
You say you're French?

Jean Girard:
Oui. [This comes out sounding like "we"]

Ricky Bobby:
"We?" No, we are not French. We're American, because you're in America, okay? Greatest country on the planet.

Jean Girard:
Well, what have you given the world apart from, uh, George Bush, Cheerios, and the Thighmaster?

Ricky Bobby:
Chinese food?

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Chinese food.

Jean Girard:
That's from China.

Ricky Bobby:
Pizza.

Jean Girard:
Italy.

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Chimichanga.

Jean Girard:
Mexican.

Ricky Bobby:
Really, smarty-pants? What did French land give us?

Jean Girard:
We invented democracy, existentialism... and the blowjob.

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Those are three pretty good things.

Ricky Bobby:
Hey.

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Hey, that last one's pretty cool.

Jean Girard:
And ze soixante-neuf. You know, the 69? With the head near the...[jerks head to the right] that bit? We came up with it.

Herschell:
We created the missionary position. You're welcome.

Jean Girard:
"Reecky Booby", I have come 'ere to defeat you.

Ricky Bobby:
Oh, well, there's strikes two and three right there! [Ricky and Cal laugh] Well, welcome to America, amigo! [He swings at Girard, but Girard slaps him twice, and forces him onto the billiard table, holding his hand in an arm lock]

Jean Girard:
You are fast, "Reecky Booby"...but I am faster.

Ricky Bobby:
You let go of me, you Formula One jazz nutjob!

Jean Girard:
Like the frightened baby chipmunk, you are scared by anything that is different. I will let you go, Ricky. But first, I want you to say..."I... love... crepes."

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Don't you say it, Ricky. These colors don't run.

Ricky Bobby:
I'm not gonna say it.

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Good.

Ricky Bobby:
Hey, look, Frenchy, I thought about it. So why don't you go ahead and break my arm?

Jean Girard:
I do not want to break your arm, Monsieur Bobby, but I am a man of my word.

Ricky Bobby:
Here's the deal. He's not gonna break it because I'm gonna slip out of it right now. Houdini! [He makes a futile attempt to rescue his arm]

Jean Girard:
Whoa! Get down, you little pancake.

Ricky Bobby:
Someone might as well get me a beer while I'm down here.

Jean Girard:
But you have forced me to do this. You are now mocking me and making me look ridiculous. Just say, "I love crepes."

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
You know, just to put this in there...I had a whole mess of crepes this mornin'. They're just like pancakes, maybe even better.

Ricky Bobby:
Wait, are they the really thin pancakes?

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Yeah.

Jean Girard:
Yes they are. They are the really thin pancakes. It's just a French word for them.

Ricky Bobby:
Oh, my god, I love those!

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Put all the kinds of syrup you want on them. I'm just sayin', think about it.

Ricky Bobby:
They come with cheese sometimes?

Jean Girard:
Yes, of course, a fromage-crepe.

Ricky Bobby:
Well, why didn't someone yell that right--right away?

Jean Girard:
Do you know what's in the crepe suzette?

Ricky Bobby:
Oh, I love the crepe suzette.

Jean Girard:
With the sugar and lemon juice...

Ricky Bobby:
Yeah, the sugar and the lemon juice. Sure.

Jean Girard:
Grand Marnier.

Ricky Bobby:
I wo - I wish I could crawl into one of those right now. I'd eat my way out from the inside!

Jean Girard:
They are tasty.

Kyle:
Either way this goes down, can we go get some after we're done?

Ricky Bobby:
Absolutely, we're gonna do it.

Jean Girard:
Bon. So, what if you just said: "I love really thin pancakes"? That is a fair compromise, no?

Kyle:
That is a fair compromise.

Herschell:
Very fair, actually.

Ricky Bobby:
No! Because then everyone would know I really meant crêpes!

Kyle:
That's actually a pretty good compromise right there.

Jean Girard:
Why do you want me to break your arm so badly?

Ricky Bobby:
You don't understand. You don't understand because you don't understand liberty. You don't understand freedom. So you put a crack in my arm like the crack in the Liberty Bell! You hear me?

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
[leans down to talk to Ricky in a low voice] Hey. This is just between you and me, okay? I mean, forget all these other guys. But...he did give you a pretty decent out. But it's your call.

Ricky Bobby:
[whispering] What do you think?

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
Don't say it.

Ricky Bobby:
Yeah. I'm not gonna say it. Nope. Break it, Pepé Le Pew!

Jean Girard:
As you wish.

[He breaks Ricky's arm]

Ricky Bobby:
He actually did it!

Kyle:
Back off!

Ricky Bobby:
I didn't say it!

Cal Naughton, Jr.:
No, you did not!

Jean Girard:
Your injury is one of ignorance and pride! Au revoir!

[Theo Galavan has both Jerome Valeska and Robert Greenwood play a game of Russian Roulette, the winner becomes the boss of the Maniax]

Theo Galavan:
[Theo pulls out a pistol and one bullet] You all know this game. right?

Jerome Valeska:
[Jerome grins] Mm, love it.

Theo Galavan:
[Theo loads the gun and holds it out in-between both men] Who wants to be the boss?

Jerome Valeska:
[Jerome looks at Greenwood] Ladies first.

[Greenwood takes the gun without hesitation, pulling the trigger, the hammer clicks]

Jerome Valeska:
[Jerome takes the gun from Greenwood] Hey, Greenwood, what's the secret to good comedy?

[the hammer clicks]

Jerome Valeska:
Timing. And what's courage?

[the hammer clicks]

Jerome Valeska:
Grace under pressure. And... who's the boss?

[Jerome with a big smile on his face, fires the hammer of the pistol, as Theo grins and Greenwood flinches]

Jerome Valeska:
[Jerome grimaces into Greenwood's face] I'm the boss.

Theo Galavan:
[Theo takes the gun] I believe you are, Jerome. I believe you are.

[to Diane in court]

Sam:
To me, our relationship makes perfect sense. You want me to propose to you, I propose to you. You say no, I say fine, I never wanna see you again. You drive me nuts telling me you want me to propose again, I do, you turn me down. Next thing I know I'm in a court of law where I've got to propose to you or go to jail. It's the classic American love story.

[to Lady Cora]

Hugh 'Shrimpie' MacClare, Marquess of Flintshire:
Love is like riding or speaking French: if you don't learn it young, it's hard to get the trick of it later.

[Val has stolen Grace's music box, which plays "Hava Nagila", and claimed it is hers]

Will:
How long have you had it?

Val:
Oh, for, like, forever.

Will:
Oh, what's it play?

Val:
This old Irish song that I love.

Will:
Sweet. Can I hear it?

Val:
Sure. [opens the music box, singing along] Gosh and begorra, gosh and begorra, gosh and begorra, my Irish eyes...

Grace:
[shrieking] It's 'Hava Nagila'! It's not an Irish song! It's an ancient Hebrew song about... something Jewish!

[when Wonder Woman arrives]

Hephaestus:
I made that armor for your mother. Did she ever thank me? No! I love your mom, but she didn't have your build.

“You are a woman to love.”

“You can’t hate it until you love it.”

Gracchus:
Fear and wonder, a powerful combination.

Falco:
You really think people are going to be seduced by that?

Gracchus:
I think he knows what Rome is. Rome is the mob. Conjure magic for them and they'll be distracted. Take away their freedom and still they'll roar. The beating heart of Rome is not the marble of the senate, it's the sand of the coliseum. He'll bring them death - and they will love him for it.

Sgt. Barnes:
You talking about killing? Hmm? Y'all experts? Y'all know about killing? I'd like to hear about it, potheads.

Sgt. Barnes:
Are you smoking this shit so's to escape from reality? Me, I don't need this shit. I am reality. There's the way it ought to be, and there's the way it is. Elias was full of shit. Elias was a crusader. Now, I got no fight... with any man who does what he's told. But when he don't, the machine breaks down. And when the machine breaks down, we break down. And I ain't gonna allow that... in any of you. Not one.

Sgt. Barnes:
Y'all love Elias. Oh, you wanna kick ass. Yeah. Well, here I am, all by my lonesome. And there ain't nobody gonna know. Six of you boys against me. Kill me. Huh. I shit on all of you.

Michael Scott:
I am going to be Cupid. And I'm going to shoot my sparrow at unsuspecting victims and they are going to get hit and say, "I'm in love. I was hit by Cupid's sparrow." Funny little bird, but he gets the job done.

[forced to make a toast at Niles and Mel's "wedding reception."]

Dr. Frasier Crane:
Love... is an awesome force. It can make us do things we never imagined possible. For you see, we don't actually choose love, it chooses us. And once it has, we are powerless to do anything about it. Ladies and gentlemen, raise your glasses with me in toasting my brother, and the love of his life. For she is truly the woman of his dreams, and my father and I could not be more thrilled with his choice. To the happy couple!