Search results for 'love' Page #8

John Cassellis:
Jesus I love to shoot film.

John:
There's just no point hating someone you love.

John:
You listen to me. You say you don't want to tell me how to live my life. So what do you think you've been doing? You tell me what rights I've got or haven't got, and what I owe to you for what you've done for me. Let me tell you something. I owe you nothing! If you carried that bag a million miles, you did what you're supposed to do! Because you brought me into this world. And from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me like I will owe my son if I ever have another. But you don't own me! You can't tell me when or where I'm out of line, or try to get me to live my life according to your rules. You don't even know what I am, Dad, you don't know who I am. You don't know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand. You are 30 years older than I am. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be. And not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight be off our backs! You understand, you've got to get off my back! Dad... Dad, you're my father. I'm your son. I love you. I always have and I always will. But you think of yourself as a colored man. I think of myself as a man.

Joker:
I can't believe you got him! You expert, rootin'-tootin', eagle-eyed, Goth-loving marksman! I love it! You managed to find a way to win... and everybody still loses! [Jason activates a bomb]

Joker:
[holds down Batman] No! Don't spoil it, this is better! I'm the only one who's going to get what he wants tonight! Yes! Big-Bang-Boom! We all go out together! Don't you just love a happy ending? [laughs]

Julia:
No this is not a love story, but it is a story about love. About those who give in into it, and the price they pay. And those who run away from it, because they are afraid, or because they do not believe they're worthy of it. She ran away. He gave in.

Julie Vignon:
Now I have only one thing left to do: nothing. I don't want any belongings, any memories. No friends, no love. Those are all traps.

Katherine Pierce:
The three of us together, just like old times. The brother who loved me too much and the one that didn't love me enough.

Damon Salvatore:
And the evil slut vampire who only loved herself.

Kevin Lomax:
What about love?

John Milton:
Overrated. Biochemically, no different than eating large quantities of chocolate.

King Jaffe Joffer:
So you see, my son, there is a very fine line between love and nausea.

Kitala:
Love and hate are two horns on the same goat.

Klaus Mikaelson:
There's no power in love! Mercy makes you weak! Family makes you weak!

Kyle:
Can you imagine that love?

La Muerte:
The world keeps spinning, and the tales keep turning, and people come and people go, but they're never forgotten. And the one truth we know, it held true one more time... That love, true love, the really, really good kind of love never dies.

Lavender Brown:
(noticing Hermione at Ron's side in the Hospital Wing) What's she doing here!?

Hermione:
I might ask you the same question!

Lavender:
I happen to be his girlfriend!

Hermione:
I happen to be his... friend.

Lavender:
Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks! I suppose you want to make up now that he's suddenly all interesting!

Hermione:
He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting.

[Ron stirs]

Lavender Brown:
Ah! See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Don't worry, Won-Won! I'm here. I'm here.

Ron Weasley:
[croaks] Uh... Hermione... Her... my... nee. Hermione...

[Hermione tenderly takes Ron's hand. Lavender runs out in tears. Awkward silence.]

Albus Dumbledore:
[jovially] Oh, to be young and to feel love's keen sting. Well, come away everyone... Mr. Weasley is well tended.

[They all leave]

Ginny:
(whispering to Harry) About time, too. Don't you think?

Harry:
(To Madam Pomfrey as she puts something on Ron's bedside table) Thank you.

Hermione:
(noticing Harry's expression) Oh, shut up.

(Harry leaves as Hermione continues to clutch Ron's hand and smile tenderly at him.)

Lestat:
Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.

Lt. Commander Worf:
Anyone can see that we are hopelessly mismatched. She is a Trill, I'm a Klingon. She has had five marriages; this would be my first. When she is laughing, I am somber. When I am happy, she is crying. She plays tongo with the Ferengi bartender; I can barely stand him. She mocks everything, while I take everything seriously. She is nothing like the woman I thought I would marry.

Martok:
We are not accorded the luxury of choosing the women we fall in love with. Do you think Sirella is anything like the woman I thought that I'd marry? She is a prideful, arrogant, mercurial woman, who shares my bed far too infrequently for my taste. And yet... I love her, deeply. We Klingons often tout our prowess in battle, our desire for glory and honor above all else. But how hollow is the sound of victory without someone to share it with. Honor gives little comfort to a man alone in his home... and in his heart.

Lucifer:
[after killing future Dean, turns around and sees past Dean] Oh. Hello Dean. Aren't you a surprise. [lightning flashes, Lucifer pops up behind him] You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?

Dean Winchester:
Well go ahead. Kill me.

Lucifer:
Kill you? [glances around Dean at the body of future Dean] Don't you think that would be a little... redundant? [sighs] I'm sorry. It must be painful. Speaking to me in this - shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be. [he reaches for Dean's shoulder, Dean pulls away, Lucifer's arm drops] You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do? [walks past Dean, fingers a rose]

Dean Winchester:
[angrily] I don't know, maybe deep-fry the planet?

Lucifer:
[turning back] Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? *Beautiful* in a trillion different ways! The last, *perfect* handiwork of God? [pause] You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?

Dean Winchester:
Oh good God, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story are you? My stomach's almost outta bile.

Lucifer:
You know why God cast me down? Because I *loved* him. More than anything. And then God created... [huffs a small laugh] You. The little, hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before *you*. To love *you*, more than Him! And I said, Father, I can't. I said these human beings, were flawed, murderous. And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell! Now tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right. Look what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it. [pause]

Dean Winchester:
You're not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy for the Devil crap? I know what you are.

Lucifer:
What am I?

Dean Winchester:
You're the same thing only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you? Is the size of your ego. [pause, Lucifer smiles]

Lucifer:
I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Good-bye. We'll meet again soon. [starts walking away]

Dean Winchester:
[fiercely] You better kill me now!

Lucifer:
[stops, turns back] Pardon?

Dean Winchester:
You better kill me now! Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you! And I won't stop!

Lucifer:
[quietly] I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael either. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up... here. No matter what choices you make, whatever details you alter, *we* will always end up... here. [a tear drops from Dean's eye] I win. So I win.

Dean Winchester:
You're wrong.

Lucifer:
See you in five years, Dean. [he vanishes with a clap of thunder]

Lucy Van Pelt:
May I help you?

Charlie Brown:
I'm in bad shape.

Lucy Van Pelt:
Wait a minute. Before we begin, I request that you pay in advance. Five cents, please. [Charlie Brown drops a nickel on the can] Boy, what a sound! How I love the sound of clinking money! That beautiful sound of cold hard cash! Nickels, nickels, nickels! That beautiful sound of clinking nickels!

Male Anchor:
There you have it, folks. Young love. Full of promise, full of hope, ignorant of reality.

Mary:
You are exquisite. You're timeless. And you have the love of a man named Steve. A man who, while you were away having meetings about mozzarella, said to me: 'I can't believe she picked me. I can't believe I'm marrying the most incredible woman I've ever met.' So that tells me that this marriage of yours is not only gonna work, it's gonna last forever.

Mathilda:
Leon, I think I'm falling in love with you. It's the first time for me, you know?

Léon:
How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?

Mathilda:
'Cause I feel it.

Léon:
Where?

Mathilda:
In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there and now... it's gone.

Léon:
Mathilda, I'm glad you don't have a stomach ache any more. I don't think it means anything.

Michael:
When God chose your kind as the object of His love, I was the first in all of heaven to bow down before you. My love, my hope for mankind was no less than His. But I have watched you trample that gift. I have watched you kill each other over race and greed... waging war over dust and rubble and the words in old books. And yet, in the midst of all this darkness, I see some people who will not be bowed. I see some people who will not give up, even when they know all hope is lost. Some people, who realize being lost is so close to being found. I see you, Jeep. Fifteen years old, your mother leaves. Your father withdraws from the world and you spend the next five years of your young life helping him find his way home. You love a woman who bears the child of another and you love her with no thought of yourself, even though you know she may never love you the way you love her. You, Jeep... you are the reason I still have faith.

Mickey:
The whole world's comin' to an end, Mal!

Mallory:
I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us from heaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse, and you're driving them horses, whippin' 'em, and the're spitting and frothing all 'long the mouth, and the're coming right at us. And I see the future, a vision of death, 'cause you and I, we're angels...

Mickey:
I love you, Mal.

Mallory:
I know you do baby, and I've loved you since the day we met.

Mike Waters:
I love you, and you don't pay me.