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Narrator:
Love is f***ed up. It is confusing and it's terrifying and it's painful. It sucks. But I'm looking at you right now and I wanna risk it. I know it could be a mistake, I know we can make each other miserable but even if we had the slightest chance of being that one time, I'm willing to regret you for the rest of my life.

Paulie:
Lesbian? Lesbian? Are you f***ing kidding me, you think I'm a LESBIAN?

Mouse:
You're a girl in love with a girl, aren't you?

Paulie:
No! I'm PAULIE in love with TORI. Remember? And Tori, she is, she IS in love with me because she is mine and I am hers and neither of us are LESBIANS!

Rasputin:
I can't leave. I want to serve Batushka and Matushka. I want peace, and food for peasants everywhere. I want that girl you you saw. And all the girls I haven't seen. I want to sleep, but can't sleep unless I'm drunk. I want to die and go to heaven. I want music. I want God to love me. I want to see YOU dance. Ha ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!

Reverend Lewis:
Love your enemies, it will drive them crazy.

Rodney:
Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight!

Samantha Jones:
I'm gonna say the one thing you aren't supposed to say. I love you... but I love me more. I've been in a relationship with myself for 49 years and that's the one I need to work on.

Sarah:
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

Sean:
Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will:
No.

Sean:
You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

Will:
Why thank you.

Sean:
It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.

Will:
Nope.

Sean:
So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my f***ing life apart. You're an orphan right?

Sean:
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some f***in' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

Sergeant Maxwell Q. Klinger:
I thought when the war was over it'd be the happiest day of my life. But everything's all messed up. Now I'm in love, and I got nothing but trouble.

Col. Potter:
Listen, when you're in love, you're always in trouble. There's only two things you can do about it - either stop loving them, or love them a whole lot more.

Sergeant Maxwell Q. Klinger:
But if you love them a whole lot more, won't that just get you a lot more trouble?

Col. Potter:
Yep - then you love them even more.

Sergeant Maxwell Q. Klinger:
Boy, that sounds tough.

Col. Potter:
It's murder.

Sheldon Cooper:
If Leonard is really my friend, why doesn't he have to support me in my hatred of Leslie Winkle?

Penny:
Because love trumps hate.

Sheldon Cooper:
Oh, now you're just making stuff up!

Sterling Archer:
I love you, Santa Claus! [starts crying] I do!

Talk Show Hostess:
Have you ever thought that you came from a strange or unusual family? Well, after you meat our guests, you might want to adjust your standards.

Talk Show Guest #1:
I divorced my wife in order to marry her daughter.

Talk Show Guest #2:
I married a siamese twin and had an affair with her sister.

Talk Show Guest #3:
I've been engaged to three of my cousins.

Stanley Stupid:
I'm, well, to tell you the truth, I'm my own Grandpa.

Talk Show Hostess:
You're your own Grandpa? Well, for some of us who don't understand this, can you explain?

Stanley Stupid:
Well, yes. It's quite simple, really.

[sings]

Stanley Stupid:
Many many years ago when I was twenty three/ I was married to a widow who was purdy as can be/ This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red/ My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed/

Stanley Stupid:
This made my dad my son in law and changed my very life/ For my daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife/ To complicate the matters even though it brought me joy I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy/

Stanley Stupid:
This little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad/ And so became my uncle though it made me very sad/ For if he was my uncle than it also makes him brother/ To the widow's grown-up daughter who of course if my stepmother/

Stanley Stupid:
My father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run/ And he became my grandchild 'cause he was my daughter's son/ My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue/ For although she is my wife she is my grandmother too/

Stanley Stupid:
If my wife is my grandmother than I am her grandchild/ And every time I think of this it nearly drives me wild/

Talk Show Hostess:
has got to be the craziest thing I ever saw

Stanley Stupid:
As husband to my grandmother I am my own grandpa!

Terry:
Love is a wish you hide in your heart that no one else knows.

Tiana:
My dream wouldn't be complete... without you in it. I love you, Naveen.

Tim:
Brad, so how about those Lions?

Brad:
Oh yeah, I love you too, Dad.

Tinkerbell:
You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting.

Uncle George:
Pleasure turns to the pain, / Of the lessons learned from the strain, / Of the questions burned in my brain, / About whether to love is humane / In its touch. / These thoughts are like salmon / Swimming upstream / In the tears of your deceit, / Fighting the current hurt / That kills more than is created / By the chaos of our intertwined emotions: / Chaotic because the anchor / Of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel / Of my undying infatuation. / Separation not as simple as the distance between us, / My mind no longer possessed / By the demons / That had been the overseers / Of my enslavement to your lies. / The seeds of these lies, / Rooted so deeply / They have cracked the foundation / Of what we once shared, / Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside / To gush out like a river, / Ripping the image of our future together / From my thoughts / As violently and as brutally / As if it were a child being taken / From his mother's arms. / I'm left surrounded in darkness, / But I refuse to be swallowed by it, / My loneliness like the night air. / Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch, / In its cold uncomfortableness. / Yet if I could do it all over again, / I'd do it in the same skin I'm in. / To lay down and let love die, / Just stay down and let love lie: / No, no, not I. / I'll stay 'round and let love fly, / Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit. / Nothing else could taste this warm / Or feel this sweet.

Valerie Page:
I shall die here. Every inch of me will perish. Every inch but one. An inch... It is small, and fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

Vulcan Master:
Shon-ha'lock - love - is the most dangerous emotion of all. It produces many other emotions: jealousy, shame, rage, grief... You must learn to suppress them all, otherwise... they will consume you.

W'Kabi:
Would you kill me, my love?

Okoye:
For Wakanda? [she holds her spear at his throat] Without question!

Will McKenzie:
Playing the guitar badly, wearing beads, talking about 'one love' and pretending you are friends with Central American villagers - who, by the way, despise you - before heading back to your parents five-bedroomed house in Surrey, doesn't make you a spiritual person, it makes you a bell-end.

Ben:
I think you're right about his song, Katie

Will McKenzie:
Oh, f*** off, Ben! You don't believe in 'song lines' any more than I do. It's just a way for you to seem interesting to girls because deep down you know you're boring and pretentious like your stupid f***ing dreadlocks. Which, by the way, always look embarrassing on white people. They're not countercultural, they actually scream 'Oh, I've got a trust fund!' so get a normal haircut, you unbearable prick.

Will Turner:
[during the final battle] Will you marry me?

Elizabeth Swann:
I don't think now's the best time!

Will Turner:
Now may be the only time! I love you. I've made my choice. What's yours?

Elizabeth Swann:
Barbossa!

[Will baffled because of her 'choice']

Elizabeth Swann:
[to Barbossa] Marry us!

[Will looks at Barbossa relieved, narrowing his eyes because of the rain]

Barbossa:
[while fending off multiple opponents] I'm a little busy at the moment!

Will Turner:
[fighting opponents himself] Barbossa, NOW!

Barbossa:
[after impaling three opponents] Fine then! [the three keep fighting whilst Barbossa stands up on the helm, kicking a siolder in the face as he does so and Will and Elizabeth embrace] Dearly beloved, we be gathered here today... [distracted whilst fighting] to nail yer gizzards to the mast, yer poxy cur! [whilst Will and Elizabeth look up at him confused]

Wizard of Oz:
A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.

Xavier:
I'd love to hug you, mother.

Xavier's Mom:
[whispering] Right into my plan.

[Xavier's Mom turns his son into a bowl full of chili]

Jingle Boys:
[singing] Slippytown Village Chili Slide Park, yeah!

Slippytown Village Announcer:
Flume through the Loop-De-Legume Con Carne and chill in our sclading three-alarm kiddie pool!

Commercial Kid:
I bean slidin' down the beef pipe all day!

Commercial Mexican Kid:
You'll jalapeno pants.