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Klaus Mikaelson:
My sister was right. You do look stunning.

Camille O'Connell:
You cleaned up pretty well yourself.

Klaus Mikaelson:
Wll, don't be fooled love. I'm the devil in disguise.

Laura Ingalls:
I've never seen Ma so sick before.

Charles Ingalls:
Neither did I, darling, but Dr. Baker's with her. He'll do everything he can.

Mary Ingalls:
She ain't gonna die is... is she, Pa?

Charles Ingalls:
There's no reason to be talking like that. God takes care of those that love Him.

Linney James:
Don't get me wrong. I love Wally. I ought to. I was married to him for 10 years. And I love actors, all actors. We just get a little catty sometimes.

Lou:
[On his knees] Oh, wow, good for you.

Nick:
[Eyes closed, crying] I know, right?

Lou:
It's like Gary Coleman's f***ing forearm. It's so black, so impossibly black. Oh God, I love you buddy.

Nick:
Don't say that!

Lou:
I'm sorry, I do!

Louise:
"I love you" is such an inadequate way of saying I love you. It doesn't quite describe how much it hurts sometimes.

Lucy:
Peter once asked me when I fell in love with Jack. And I told him, "It was while you were sleeping."

Marcus Vindictus:
What bait must I use to catch your love? I am your servant.

Empress Nympho:
Ah, but the servant waits, while the master baits.

Marian:
It's interesting to hear you say that.

Robin of Locksley:
I didn't. My father did.

Marian:
Did the holy quest erase your hatred of him?

Robin of Locksley:
I don't know. All I know is that our last words in this world were spoken in anger. I was lost after my mother died. My father too, and for a short time he found comfort in the arms of another woman, a peasant woman. I thought he was betraying my mother's memory.

Marian:
So he gave her up?

Robin of Locksley:
For the love of a twelve-year-old boy who would never forgive him.

Marion:
If you live your life with one person only, one day they'll be gone or you'll be gone. And one of you will be left in the cold world. The family we are born in eventually vanishes. By then you have created your own family if you're lucky. First you have to choose the person you'll build this family with, and stick to it as much as possible. How many tries do you get before you strike out? When my mother died, just a few hours before the end, she looked in my eyes and had the expression of a little girl who didn't know what was happening to her. The same as when Lulu was born. Something totally pure. So I guess we can do all the growing up we can. In the end, at the core, we stay the same. But before that sad ending that awaits all of us, maybe we can share beautiful, ephemeral moments with the people we love.

Marsha:
Diane, you'd love that cock, you better try it. [pulls herself off of Jimmy]

Jimmy:
Yeah, well come on, aunt Diane. I've always wanted to.

Aunt Diane:
You have?

Marsha:
Come on, Diane, try it.

Aunt Diane:
Oh well, might as well keep it in the family...

Martha:
Your zing will come, cherish it my love, love mommy.

Merovingian:
Here he is at last: Neo, the One himself. Right? And the legendary Morpheus. And Trinity, of course, si belle qu'elle me fait souffrir. I have heard so much, you honor me. Please, sit, join us. This is my wife Persephone. Something to eat? Drink? [chuckles] Of course such things are contrivances, like so much here. For the sake of appearances.

Neo:
No, thank you.

Merovingian:
Yes, of course. Who has time. Who has time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time? [Twins smirk; Merovingian inhales, savoring the scent of his wine] Château Haut-Brion mille neuf cent cinquante neuf, magnificent wine. I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language; French is my favorite. Fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculé de ta mère...it's like wiping your arse with silk, I love it.

Morpheus:
You know why we are here.

Merovingian:
[condescendingly] I am a trafficker of information, I know everything I can. The question is, do you know why you are here?

Morpheus:
We are looking for the Keymaker.

Merovingian:
Oh yes, it is true. The Keymaker, of course. But this is not a reason, this is not a why; the Keymaker himself, his very nature, is a means, not an end, and so to look for him is to be looking for a means to do...what?

Neo:
You know the answer to that question.

Merovingian:
But do you? You think you do, but you do not. You are here because you were sent here, you were told to come here and then you obeyed. [chuckles] It is of course the way of all things. You see, there is only one constant, one universal, it is the only real truth: causality. Action, reaction. Cause, effect.

Morpheus:
Everything begins with choice.

Merovingian:
No. Wrong. Choice is an illusion, created between those with power and those without. Look there, at that woman. My God, just look at her. Affecting everyone around her; so obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. But wait. Watch, you see, I have sent her a dessert...a very special dessert. I wrote it myself. It starts so simply; each line of the program creating a new effect, just like...poetry. First, a rush. Heat. Her heart flutters. You can see it, Neo, yes? She does not understand, why? Is it the wine? No...what is it, then, what is the reason? But soon it does not matter. Soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. And this is the nature of the universe; we struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretend, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. [inhales] Causality. There is no escaping it. We are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the why. Why is what separates us from them, you from me. Why is the only real source of power, without it you are powerless. And this is how you come to me: without why, without power, another link in the chain. But, fear not, since I have seen how good you are at following orders, I will tell you what to do next. Run back, and give the fortune-teller this message: her time is almost up. [stands] Now, I have some real business to attend to, so I will bid you adieu and goodbye.

Neo:
This isn't over.

Merovingian:
Oh yes it is. The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason why I should give him up. No reason at all.

Persephone:
Where are you going?

Merovingian:
Please, ma cherie, I have already told you: we are all victims of causality. I drank too much wine, I must take a piss. Cause and effect. Au revoir.

Michael Scott:
I don't understand why you keep picking on me.

Stanley Hudson:
Oh, for the love of God.

Michael Scott:
You just do, and I don't know why, so please help me understand.

Stanley Hudson:
Fine. Here it is. You are a person I do not respect. The things you say, your actions, your methods and style, everything you do, I would do it the opposite way.

Michael Scott:
Well, Stanley, maybe you are feeling that you don't respect me because you don't know me very well.

Stanley Hudson:
Michael, I've known you a very long time, and the more I've gotten to know you, the less I have come to respect you. Any other theories?

Michael Scott:
All right, you don't respect me. I accept that. But listen to me. You can't talk to me that way in this office, you just can't. I am your boss. Can't allow it.

Stanley Hudson:
Fair enough.

Mike Sager:
He...

[John Holmes]

Mike Sager:
was the ultimate cocksman with the ultimate weapon. But he was not so threatening that all men couldn't love him.

Mike Winchell:
This is for the state championship. I love all of ya'll, baby. I love all of ya'll.

Monty:
Why did you say that I was a loser?

Simon Wilder:
Winners forget they're in a race, they just love to run. You try too hard.

Murphy Jones:
I'm in love... for the last time in my life.

Nani:
You are so finished when I get in there! I'm gonna stuff you in the blender, push "puree," then bake you into a pie and feed it to the social worker! And when he says, "Mmmm, this is great, what's your secret?" I'm gonna say...

Nani:
..."Love... and... nurturing..."

Narcisse:
It's Shangra-La on Dope. We love it!

Norma Miller Vale:
I guess that's the hardest job to learn in the whole world... how to give love and expect nothing in return.

Pepe Le Pew:
I am ze locksmith of love, no?

Pest:
Love, peace and chicken grease.

Pete:
I'll get tickets.

Natalie:
I love tickets!

Peter Bretter:
(drunk at the bar, talking to Dwayne and Darald) Maybe it's a good thing they're here. You know what I mean? Maybe this is a- a challenge from God to forget her! You know? (Dwayne looks very exasperated)

Darald Braden:
(also drunk) Or maybe it's a sign from God that you should be with her! I love her show- when they mix the sexuality and the violence, I like it.

Dwayne:
Aw, what the hell is wrong with you two? You gotta move on.

Peter Bretter:
I hear you say that, but it's not that easy.

Dwayne:
Oh, it's that easy, I promise you, it is. I lived in South Central. South Central- and I hated it. That's why I moved to Oahu- now, I can name you over 200 different kinds of fish.

Peter Bretter:
No, you can't.

Dwayne:
Oh, yes I can!

Darald Braden:
Do it!

Dwayne:
G: ghost piperfish, grill fish, goaler fish, grouper fish, greenback-

Darald Braden:
What's the state fish of Hawaii?

Dwayne:
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a. Yeah, bitch!