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George Smiley:
[Writing to Karla] The young woman known as Alexandra Borisovna Ostrakova is your daughter. You arranged for her illegal departure from Russia by pretending she was a secret agent of the Thirteenth Directorate. You stole public money and misused the resources of your service. You caused the murders of two men, the first in England and the second in West Germany. I do not ask what you did to the wretched Oleg Kirov. Any one of these offences would be enough to ensure your death at the hands of your rivals in the Collegium. There is also the open question of what may be done with your daughter, here, now that her true identity is known. It is possible that she is curable, I am told, with the right treatment here in the West. In the East it is different, as you know. But what will happen once she is deprived of money and proper papers? She will become a perpetual and ailing exile, ferried from one public hospital to another. I do not need to imagine her solitude, or yours. I have seen her. When we met in Delhi, I urged you to come to the West. I promised you, within reason, a decent life. If you do that now, if you cooperate in your interrogation, you will be resettled in the usual way, and your daughter's future in the West will be secure. By your actions, you have disowned the system that made you. You have placed love above duty. The ground on which you once stood is cut away. You have become a citizen of no man's land. I send you my greetings.

Gloria:
Would you like to have dinner with us tonight? It's just leftovers. Collard greens and corn bread, some candied yams, a little potato salad, fried chicken, peach cobbler and a few slices of ham.

Marvin:
I would love to, but I've got so much to do around here. Maybe some other time.

Gloria:
To be honest, I don't have no business eating any of it as big as I am.

Marvin:
My wife was a big woman too. I like a woman with some meat on her bones.

Graham:
I remember reading somewhere that men learn to love the person that they are attracted to, and that women become more and more attracted to the person that they love.

Gregorio "Goyo" del Pilar:
Walang mga bayani sa bundok na ito. Tayo'y mga sundalong puno ng pag-ibig. (There are no heroes in this mountain. Only soldiers filled with love.)

Harley Quinn:
[to Katana] Love your perfume. What is that, Stench of Death?

Harvey Milk:
My name is Harvey Milk and I'm here to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve your democracy. Brothers and sisters, you must come out! Come out to your parents, come out to your friends, if indeed they are your friends. Come out to your neighbors, come out to your fellow workers. Once and for all, let's break down the myths and destroy the lies and distortions. For your sake, for their sake. For the sake of all the youngsters who have been scared by the votes from Dade to Eugene. On the Statue of Liberty it says, 'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free.' In the Declaration of Independence, it is written, 'All men are created equal and endowed with certain inalienable rights.' So for Mr. Briggs and Mrs. Bryant, and all the bigots out there, no matter how hard you try, you can never erase those words from the Declaration of Independence! No matter how hard you try, you can never chip those words from the base of the Statue of Liberty! That is where America is! Love it or leave it!

HK47:
Love is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.

Hobson:
You spoiled little bastard! You're a man who has everything, haven't you, but that's not enough. You feel unloved, Arthur, welcome to the world. Everyone is unloved. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself. And incidentally, I love you.

Hua Mulan:
Someone once said, go too far from home and you will lose your roots. Kill too many people and you will forget yourself. If you die in battle, your life will sink into the ground like rain and vanish without a trace. If at that time, you fall in love with someone, hope will blossom again from the earth and embrace life with passion. Wentai, thank you.

Hudson:
Hey top, what's the op?

Apone:
It's a rescue mission, you'll love it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity. Heh!

Ian Curtis:
I wish I were a Warhol silk screen hanging on the wall. Or little Joe or maybe Lou. I'd love to be them all. All New York's broken hearts and secrets would be mine. I'd put you on a movie reel, and that would be just fine.

Jackie 'Stevie' Stevenson:
Sex is an itch to scratch. Love is an itch so far down your back that you can never scratch it with your own hand.

Jackson 'Jax' Teller:
I think the struggle I understand best, even more than all the things you wanted for SAMCRO and all we eventually became. The one I feel the most is the war of the mind. Happens when you try to get right with both family and patch. That fear and guilt crippled me. I realized, as I think you did, a good father and a good outlaw can't settle inside the same man. I'm sorry, J.T. It was too late for me. I was already inside it. And Gemma... she had plans. It's not too late for my boys. I promise, they will never know this life of chaos. I know who you are now. And what you did. I love you, Dad.

Jacqueline De Bellefort:
Simon was mine and he loved me, then SHE came along and...

Jacqueline De Bellefort:
...sometimes, I just want to put this gun right against her head, and ever so gently, pull the trigger. When I hear that sound more and more...

Hercule Poirot:
I know how you feel. We all feel like that at times. However, I must warn you, mademoiselle: Do not allow evil into your heart, it will make a home there.

Jacqueline De Bellefort:
If love can't live there, evil will do just as well.

Hercule Poirot:
How sad, mademoiselle.

James Bond:
I love a drive in the country. Don't you...?

James:
Well, if it makes you feel any better... do you see that bloke over there?

James:
Not only does he own a personalized matching set of crocodile-skin luggage, but his favorite TV program is Baywatch. So you see there's always someone sadder than you.

James:
Do you love him?

Helen:
No, I could never love a Baywatch fan.

Jefe:
Machado would have traded every word, every poem, every verse he ever wrote for one more hour with his beloved. And that is because when it comes to grief, the normal rules of exchange do not apply, because grief transcends value. A man would give entire nations to lift grief off his heart. And yet, you cannot buy anything with grief, because grief is worthless.

Counselor:
Why are you telling me this?

Jefe:
Because you continue to deny the reality of the world you're in. Do you love your wife so much, so completely, that you would exchange places with her upon the wheel? And I don't mean dying, because dying is easy.

Counselor:
Yes! Yes, damn you!

Jefe:
Well, that is good to hear, Counselor.

Counselor:
What are you saying? Are you saying this is a possibility?

Jefe:
No. It's impossible.

Counselor:
You said I was that man - at that crossing.

Jefe:
Yes. At the understanding that life is not going to take you back. You are the world you have created. And when you cease to exist, this world that you have created will also cease to exist. But for those with the understanding that they're living the last days of the world, death acquires a different meaning. The extinction of all reality is a concept no resignation can encompass. And then, all the grand designs and all the grand plans will be finally exposed and revealed for what they are. And now, Counselor, I have to go, because I have to make other calls. If I have time, I think I'll take a small nap. [hangs up]

Jeremy Usborne:
Who's the chick?

Super Hans:
That's no chick, man. That's the love of my life.

Jeremy Usborne:
Wow. And what does she...

Super Hans:
I don't know much about her, she don't speak English. We speak the language of love. And a tiny little bit of German.

Jeremy Usborne:
Right.

Super Hans:
I tell you, man, she is the one. I'd take a bullet for her. I'd take a bullet up the arris for her.

Jeremy Usborne:
Oh, that's nice.

Super Hans:
I'd take a f***ing truncheon up the arris for this one. Or an umbrella. I would open an umbrella up inside my arris for this one.

Mark Corrigan:
Hans, we get the message, there's probably no need to list all the things you'd put up your bottom for your girlfriend.

Jess:
Could we sit down?

Rory:
No. You wanted to talk, so talk. What do you have to say to me?

Jess:
I love you.

Jill Valentine:
I need to ask you something...

Carlos Oliviera:
I know. You want to ask me out. All the foxy ladies love my accent. It drives them crazy.

Jim Halpert:
Hey, can I talk to you about something?

Pam Beesley:
About when you want to give me more of your money?

Jim Halpert:
No, I...

Pam Beesley:
Did you want to do that now? We can go inside. I'm feeling kind of good tonight.

Jim Halpert:
I was just... I'm in love with you.

Pam Beesley:
[No longer smiling] What?

Jim Halpert:
I'm really sorry if that's weird for you to hear, but I needed you to hear it. Probably not good timing, I know that. I just...

Pam Beesley:
[Stunned] What are you doing? What do you expect me to say to that?

Jim Halpert:
I just needed you to know. Once.

Pam Beesley:
Well, I... I... I can't.

Jim Halpert:
Yeah.

Pam Beesley:
You have no idea...

Jim Halpert:
Don't do that.

Pam Beesley:
...what your friendship means to me.

Jim Halpert:
Come on. I don't want to do that. I wanna be more than that.

Pam Beesley:
I can't.

[a small tear runs down Jim's face]

Pam Beesley:
I'm really sorry if you misinterpreted things. It's probably my fault.

Jim Halpert:
[Trying to recover] Not your fault. I'm sorry I misinterpreted our friendship.

Jim Morrison:
I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me. Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality -- that's-all -- I was curious... I kinda always preferred to be hated. Like Eric von Stroheim in the movies, the man you love to hate, it's meant to be ironic, courage wants to laugh. Y'know it's a stupid situation.

Joe Fox:
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.

Joe Miller:
What do you love about the law, Andrew?

Andrew Beckett:
I... many things... uh... uh... What I love the most about the law?

Joe Miller:
Yeah.

Andrew Beckett:
It's that every now and again - not often, but occasionally - you get to be a part of justice being done. That really is quite a thrill when that happens.