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Martini:
Signora. Please stop being so sad. If you continue like this, I will be forced to make love to you. And I've never been unfaithful to my wife.

Mina:
I want to be what you are. See what you see - love what you love.

Dracula:
Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.

Mina:
You are my love... and my life... always...

Dracula:
Then... I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me... to be my loving wife... forever.

Nels Gudmundsson:
It takes a rare thing, a turning point, to free oneself from any obsession. Be it prejudice or hate, or, even love.

Prince Humperdinck:
Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work. But I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped.

Count Rugen:
Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, you haven't got anything.

Romeo:
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio:
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Tiffany:
My mother always said love would set me free, but I've been a prisoner because of my love for you.

[musical cue for "I Will Always Love You" starts to play, Jon is screaming lyrics]

JonTron:
And I... HOLY SHIT... will always love you! I can't believe you'd do this to me! Goddamn it how could you do this to me?

Amy Matthews:
Go talk to the person you love.

Cory Matthews:
[Thinking for a moment] That would be Shawn!

Danielle:
A bird may love a fish, signore, but where will they live?

Leonardo da Vinci:
Then I shall have to make you wings.

Derek Morgan:
Hey silly girl. I love you, you know that, right?

Penelope Garcia:
I love you too.

Doyle:
I'm gonna call up Morris and get the band together. We're gonna have a party. Party our asses off. I'd love to show them that Karl. They'd get a real kick out of him.

Frank:
Last time you got angry and ran Morris and them off and told them to stay away from here.

Doyle:
That ain't none of your damn business, besides, that's the way friends do one another! F*** it, I'm calling them up.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
So I just wanted to say thank you. You really helped a lot.

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
I can't believe we've been able to talk this much. Three times in one week. That's a new record.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
I know. I like it. Maybe we could test it out. You know, talking more often. [pause] Or not.

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
I have to go.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
What? Why?

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
No, it's nothing.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
[pause] You're not the only one that can hear body language. Did I say something wrong?

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
I... I'm just not sure it's safe for us to talk right now.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
Do you think it's going to be like this forever?

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
I don't know. It's not how I want us to be, I know that.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
My team and I are really good at what we do. Why can't you just let me help you?

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
No, you can't ask that.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
I can help you.

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for you, because I cannot let him hurt you, because if he knew, he would...

Dr. Spencer Reid:
Please don't cry. I get it. I get it, okay? This is how it has to be. I understand. [pause] Are you still there?

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
Yes, I'm still here. And yes, this is how it has to be, for today, at least.

Dr. Spencer Reid:
Okay. Well, guess I'll talk to you next Sunday. Bye.

Dr. Maeve Donovan:
Bye. Love you.

Foscarelli:
Hey, what are you reading, Mister Beddoes?

Beddoes:
I am reading "Love's Captive," by Mrs. Arabella Richardson.

Foscarelli:
Is it about sex?

Beddoes:
No, it's about 10:30, Mister Foscarelli.

Frances:
It's that thing when you're with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it... but it's a party... and you're both talking to other people, and you're laughing and shining... and you look across the room and catch each other's eyes... but - but not because you're possessive, or it's precisely sexual... but because... that is your person in this life. And it's funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it's this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It's sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don't have the ability to perceive them. That's - That's what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

George Carlin:
I'm a modern man. A man for the millenium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high tech lo-life. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bi-coastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new wave but I'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hotwired, heatseaking, warmhearted cool customer, voice activated and biodegradable. I interface with my database and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, and pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed. I got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high concept, low profile, medium range ballistic missionary. A streetwise smartbomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties; I tell power lies; I take power naps; I take victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot, slamdunk rain maker with a pro-active outreach, a raging workaholic, a working rage-a-holic, out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal angenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down, cause I'm tireless and I'm wireless. I'm an alpha-male on beta-blockers. I'm a non-believer and an overacheiver, laid-back but fashion foward, up front, down home, low rent, high mantinence, supersize, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready, and built to last. I'm a hands on, footloose, knee-jerk headcase, prematurely postraumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I'm feeling; I'm caring; I'm healing; I'm sharing; a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk-mail; I eat junk food; I buy junk bonds; I watch trash sports. I'm gender specific, captial intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant. I like rough sex; I like tough love; I use the f-word in my email, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore; no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a minimall; I bought a minivan at a megastore. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll free, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes; a fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I'm a rude dude but I'm the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked, and ready to rock; rough, tough, and hard to bluff. I take it slow; I go with the flow; I ride with the tide; I got glide in my stride; driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, wailing and winning. I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy and lunchtime is crunchtime. I'm hanging in, there ain't no doubt, and I'm hanging tough, over and out.

Gilbert:
You are a Partisan. That's very interesting. A soldier without a front. Are you a good soldier? Are you prepared to pay the price?

Flammen:
What price?

Gilbert:
What do you think? Your life. You see, there can only be three reasons for fighting in a war. Firstly, career opportunity. It's widespread, but does not produce good soldiers. You have a fear of dying and only think of peace. Secondly, ideology. Love of the mother country. That is much more intriguing, but the dreamer breaks down. He doesn't have the strength. He's shallow. The frivolous and presumptuous nature of youth. Unless he's passionate; fanatical if you will. That makes for a good soldier.

Flammen:
And thirdly?

Gilbert:
Hate. Hatred of your enemy. Hate seduces you into doing things you never thought yourself capable of. Unless the hatred is caused by a personal neurosis...

Flammen:
What are you saying?

Gilbert:
The neurotic is intelligent and he has doubts. If he is betrayed, his hatred fades; and doubt sets in. War does nothing for the neurotic. The gentle loving father is not to be found in war. Your cause, Christiansen; is legitimate. Now, you must become a good soldier.

Heathcliff:
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day.

Jane Curtin:
This past Thursday was the great American Smoke Out, a day that everyone in America was encouraged to stop smoking cigarettes for a 24 hour period. Here to comment further is Update Health correspondant, Roseanne Rosannadanna.

Roseanne Rosannadanna:
Thanks, alot, Jane. A guy from Forlayden, New Jersey writes in and says, "Dear Roseanne Rosannadanna, Last Thursday I quit smoking. Now I'm depressed, my face broke out, I'm nauseas, I'm constipated, my cheeks swell, my gums are bleeding, my sinuses are clogged, I got heart burn, and I got gas. What should I do?"

Roseanne Rosannadanna:
Well, you sound like a real attractive guy. You belong in New Jersey. But I know exactly what you're going through, cause once, I, Roseanne Rosannadanna quit smoking. To get back in shape, I had to join one of those fancy shmancy health clubs. You know, the ones where it's really expensive to join but it's worth it because you get to see alot of people that you don't know naked. Like some people got them bulgy, bulgy thighs, the ones that get chafed just 'cause they're always scraping together. And there's other people there that got them funny bellybuttons. Like some go in, and some go out, some are like a ball, or curl around, or it's like a little knob on it like a door. Some people even got little pieces of their sweater still in it. Some of them even look like a little shell or a clam or something you don't know what they are. But personally, I, Roseanne Rosanndanna, don't like to walk around with no clothes on in front of other people. Not that I don't have a great body, but why should I waste it on a bunch of fat ladies in a health club? Anyway, they got this thing there that's a little room that's hot inside and you go in there to sweat like a pig. So I go in there, but before I sit down, I put this clean towel on the bench 'cause there's alot of people been there and you don't know where they been. But who do you think is sitting next to me but Dr. Joyce Brothers. That very smart pixie lady who thinks she knows everything. But what this nude psycologist didn't know was that she had this little, teeny, tiny ball of sweat right here, hanging off the tip of her nose. It was just hanging there! It wouldn't fall off! Like if she turned her head, it wouldn't fall off. If she stood up it didn't fall off, if she stretched it wouldn't come off, and when she picked little pieces of her sweater out of her bellybutton it wouldn't fall off. That little sweat ball just wouldn't fall off. So I yelled at her, I said, "Hey, Doctor! Flick that sweat ball off your nose! What are you trying to do, make me sick?"

Jane Curtin:
Excuse me, what do health clubs, sweat, and steam baths have to do with cigarettes?

Roseanne Rosannadanna:
Well, Jane, it just goes to show you. It's always something. If it's not one thing, it's another. Either you smoke or you have a sweat ball hanging off your nose. It's just like a song we used to sing on Thanksgiving when I was a little girl. Everybody would come over to my house all dressed up pretty and everything, and my mother would make the turkey with stuffing and for dessert, we'd have the traditional Banana Rosannadanna cake. Before we ate, we'd bow our heads, bow your head, Jane, come on, bow your head. Bow it. BOW YOUR HEAD!! And we'd all sing: 'We gather together to ask the lord's blessing. Please love down upon the Rosannadanna folks. Bring peace to our fathers, good health to our mothers, and please don't make me sweat like Dr. Joyce Brothers.'

Jim Raynor:
Sarah?

Jim Raynor:
[Raynor notices that she is back in her Zerg form] No.

Sarah Kerrigan:
I had to get you out.

Jim Raynor:
What have you done?

Sarah Kerrigan:
What I... had to.

Jim Raynor:
Tell that to Fenix. Tell it to the millions you butchered!

Sarah Kerrigan:
[Kerrigan grasps onto Raynor's pistol and raises it to her head] You swore you'd kill the Queen of Blades. You were the only one who ever believed in me. Do you still believe in me?

Sarah Kerrigan:
[Raynor struggles with himself, then discharges his remaining rounds into the wall] I love you, Jim. Never forget it.

Jim Raynor:
We're done.

Jimi Hendrix:
When the power of love takes over the love of power, that's when things will change.

John Reese:
Lot of mayhem just to figure out they still loved each other.

Harold Finch:
I suppose anything is worthwhile when life gives you a second chance to be with the one you love.

Julianne Potter:
No, no, no, no, no... Absolutely -...

George Downes:
Love to! Love the bag, love the shoes, love everything. Love to!

Juliet:
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.

Louis Cyphre:
They say there's enough religion in the world to make men hate each other, but not enough to make them love.