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Miles:
Excuse me, I am tired of living a lie. I need it to be known that I like a big girl. In fact, a large, zaftig, voluptuous, full-figured, big-boned, massive-assive honey, that is what gets me going. I like fat women and they like me... big girls need love too, baby!

Mom Turner:
[Timmy is eating ceral like a dog] He sure is hungry.

Dad Turner:
No, no, that's just the way all kids eat cereal now; face first. I'm hip! [Starts to eat his cereal like Timmy]

Timmy Turner:
[School bus arrives] School bus! School bus! Chase! Chase! Chase! Chase!

Dad Turner:
Wow, does Timmy love school or what? [Sticks face into cup of hot coffee] Oww, hot! It doesn't work with hot!

Mother Superior:
Rachel? Well, Rachel has a home and parents who love her. She's a follower, not a leader. She can be guided. But, Mary... oh, Mary has a will of iron. To bend but not to break... to yield but not capitulate... to have pride but also humility. This has always been my struggle, Sister. Can I be less tolerant of Mary than the Church has been of me?

Mr. Beefy:
You love acting, I love pissing.

Nancy:
Bill, you do love me, don't ya?

Bill Sikes:
Of course I do; I live with ya, don't I?

Narrator:
[recites extract from Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot, A Vision of the Human Future in Space] That's home. That's us. On it everyone you know, everyone you love, everyone you ever heard of every human being who ever was live and died their lives. Every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, every saint and sinner i the history of our species lived there on the mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. How frequent their misunderstandings, how fervent their hatreds. Our imagined self-importance, the delusions that we have some privileged position in the Universe are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In al this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. Like it or not, for the moment, the earth is where we make our stand.There is perhaps no better demonstration of folly of human conceits, than this distant image of our tiny world. It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

Nathan:
You know this guy, right? - Jackson Pollock. - Jackson Pollock. That's right. The drip painter. Okay. He let his mind go blank, and his hand go where it wanted. Not deliberate, not random. Some place in between. They called it automatic art. Let's make this like Star Trek, okay? Engage intellect.

Caleb:
Excuse me?

Nathan:
I'm Kirk. Your head's the warp drive. Engage intellect. What if Pollock had reversed the challenge. What if instead of making art without thinking, he said, "You know what? I can't paint anything, unless I know exactly why I'm doing it." What would have happened?

Caleb:
He never would have made a single mark.

Nathan:
Yes! You see, there's my guy, there's my buddy, who thinks before he opens his mouth. He never would have made a single mark.

Nathan:
The challenge is not to act automatically. It's to find an action that is not automatic. From painting, to breathing, to talking, to f***ing. To falling in love...

Nathan:
And for the record, Ava's not pretending to like you. And her flirting isn't an algorithm to fake you out. You're the first man she's met that isn't me. And I'm like her dad, right? Can you blame her for getting a crush on you?

Nick Dunne:
[after seeing positive pregnancy test] I didn't touch you!

Amy Dunne:
You didn't need to.

Nick Dunne:
Bullshit! That notice of disposal, I have that. You threw it out.

Amy Dunne:
The notice? Yes. [rubs stomach]

Nick Dunne:
I want a blood test! I want a paternity test!

Amy Dunne:
I love tests.

Nick Mercer:
[to Edward] The hardest thing is loving someone and then having the courage to let them love you back. But if you know her shit and she knows yours, and at the end of the day if you still would rather give up than try, nothings ever going to be worth it. Maybe think about it this way... you go back, you get to spend the rest of your life having really great makeup sex.

Nick Vaughan:
And at the end of the night, you're gonna want to say some things, but don't. Don't ruin it. It's nothing she doesn't already know. Just give her a kiss. Wish her good luck. And, uh... thank her. Thank her for showing you that you can love more than one person in this life.

Nicole 'Snooki' Polizzi:
[about Vinny] He's my big brother. I love him. But usually you don't have sex with your big brother.

Nora Durst:
Dear Kevin, I need to say goodbye to someone I care about, someone who's still here, so I'm saying it to you. You were good to me Kevin, and sometimes when we were together, I remembered who I used to be before everything changed, but I was pretending. Pretending as if I hadn't lost everything. I want to believe it can all go back to the way it was, I want to believe I'm not surrounded by the abandoned ruin of a dead civilization, I want to believe it's still possible to get close to someone. But it's easier not to. It's easier because I'm a coward and I couldn't take the pain, not again. I know that's not fair, Kevin. You've lost so much too, and you're strong. You're still here. But I can't be, not anymore. I tried to get better, Kevin. I didn't want to feel this way, so I took a shortcut. But it led me right back home. And do you know what I found when I got there? I found them, Kevin, right where I left them. Right where they left me. It took me three years to accept the truth, but now I know there's no going back, no fixing it. I'm beyond repair. Maybe we're all beyond repair. I can't go on the way I'm living, but I don't have the power to die. But I have to move towards something. Anything. I'm not sure where I'm going, just away. Away from all this. I think about a place where nobody will know what happened to me, but then I worry I'll forget them, but I don't want to ever forget them, I can't. They were my family. I think I loved you, Kevin, and maybe you loved me too. I wish I could say this to you instead of writing it, I wish I could see you one last time to thank you and wish you well, and tell you how much you mean to me, but I can't. Like I said, I'm a coward. So, wish me luck, I think I'm going to need it. Love, Nora.

Patches O'Houlihan:
I love the smell of queef in the morning.

Paulie:
Liar! Liar, Liar, Liar! You've all got your heads up your assholes because love is. It just is and nothing you can say can make it go away because it is the point of why we are here, it is the highest point and once you are up there, looking down on everyone else, you're there forever. Because if you move, right, you fall. You fall.

Penn Jillette:
[yelling] I LOVE YOU DOG!

Pocahontas:
If you kill him, you'll have to kill me too.

Powhatan:
Daughter, stand back.

Pocahontas:
I won't! I love him, Father. Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us. This is the path I choose, Father. What will yours be?

(Chief Powhatan realizes she's right and lifts up his stick)

Powhatan:
My daughter speaks with a wisdom beyond her years. We have all come here with anger in our hearts but she comes with courage and understanding. From this day forward if there is to be more killing it will not start with me. Release him.

(John Smith and Pocahontas were back together, but Ratcliffe wouldn't give up so easily)

Ratcliffe:
Now's our chance. Fire!

Man:
No!

Ratcliffe:
What?

Thomas:
They let him go!

Ben:
They don't want to fight!

Ratcliffe:
It's a trick don't you see? Fire!

Press Conference Reporter:
Mr. President, has it been a good visit?

The President:
Very satisfactory indeed. We got what we came for and our special relationship is still very special.

Press Conference Reporter:
Prime Minister?

Prime Minister:
I love that word "relationship". Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it? I fear that this has become a bad relationship. A relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to, erm... Britain. We may be a small country but we're a great one, too. The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David Beckham's right foot. David Beckham's left foot, come to that. And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend. And since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to be much stronger. And the President should be prepared for that.

Prince Edward:
Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.

Prospero:
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open the door that separates us from our Creator.

Francesca:
But you need no doors to find God. If you believe...

Prospero:
Believe? If you believe you are gullible. Can you look around this world and believe in the goodness of a god who rules it? Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death! They rule this world.

Francesca:
There is also love and life and hope.

Prospero:
Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god of love and life ever did exist... he is long since dead. Someone... something, rules in his place.

Queenie:
Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

Rachel:
What does the lily mean?

Luce:
The lily means... [pause] The lily means, "I dare you to love me".

Rat:
I love to fly. It's just, you're alone with peace and quiet, nothing around you but clear, blue sky. No one to hassle you. No one to tell you where to go or what to do. The only bad part about flying is having to come back down to the f***ing world.

Ray Foster:
[after listening to Bohemian Rhapsody; groans] Christ. [Freddie stops music reel] Well, I'm not entirely sure that's the album you promised us.

Freddie Mercury:
No, it's better than the album we promised you. It's better than any album anyone's ever promised you, darling. It is a bloody masterpiece.

Ray Foster:
[under his breath] Christ.

John Reid:
It is a good album, Ray.

Roger Taylor:
We prefer "masterpiece."

Ray Foster:
It's expensive, and as for... Bohemian...

Brian May:
[clears throat] Rhapsody.

Ray Foster:
...Rhapsody. What is that?

Freddie Mercury:
An epic poem.

Ray Foster:
It goes on forever; 6 bloody minutes.

Freddie Mercury:
I pity your wife if you think 6 minutes is forever. [Paul snickers] And you know what? We're going to release it as our single.

Ray Foster:
[chortles] Not possible. Anything over three minutes, and the radio stations won't program it, period. And what on Earth is it about, anyway? "Scaramouche"? "Galileo"? And all that "Ismillah" business? "Ishmillah"?

Freddie Mercury:
[pause] Bismillah.

Ray Foster:
Oh, aye. Bismillah. What's it about anyway? Bloody Bismillah?

Freddie Mercury:
True poetry is for the listener.

Brian May:
It ruins the mystery if everything's explained.

Ray Foster:
Seldom ruins sales. 3 minutes is the standard. John.

John Reid:
Yeah, we need radio. Format is three minutes. I have to agree with Ray. I actually think the single's Love of my Life.

Brian May:
No.

John Reid:
Okay, how about John's song, You're My Best Friend? You know, "Ooh, you make me live." Catchy, stronger.

Ray Foster:
What about I'm in Love with My Car?

Brian May:
You're joking!

Roger Taylor:
Huh.

Brian May:
Oh, Jesus.

Ray Foster:
I love it. [Freddie kicks Ray's desk] Well, that's the kind of songs teenagers can crank up the volume in their car and bang their heads to. Bohemian Rhapsody will never be that song.

Brian May:
It's the band decision. Bohemian Rhapsody. That's it.

Ray Foster:
You're My Best Friend. And it's my money.

Roger Taylor:
Bo-Rhap. Period.

Freddie Mercury:
[removes music reel] Or we walk.

Paul Prenter:
[pauses] MacArthur Park was 7 minutes long. It was a hit.

Ray Foster:
Look, I'm not arguing with Bohemian whatever's...

Freddie Mercury:
Rhapsody.

Ray Foster:
...musicianship, but there's no way in Hell, the station will play a six minute quasi-operatic dirge, comprised of nonsense words! "Bismillah"?! Bullshit! I paid for this record, so I say what goes!

Roger Taylor:
Have we no legal recourse on this?

Jim "Miami" Beach:
Ray, you did Dark Side of the Moon, haven't you?

Ray Foster:
[nods] I did.

Jim "Miami" Beach:
Yeah, I absolutely love that record. [to Roger Taylor; answering his question] Uh, legally, no. No, it's got your balls in a vice. It's a different matter in a court of public opinion, of course. Ray Foster's a giant name in the music industry, but... to the average person. Say the name "Queen", on the other hand...ears prick up.

[long moment of silence]

Ray Foster:
[refusing to back down] We're going with You're My Best Friend. Done.

Freddie Mercury:
No, we know what we have, even if you don't. It's called Bohemian... [he puts his cigarette out on Ray's papers] ...Rhapsody. [leaves with the band] You will forever be known as the man who lost Queen.

[after they leave, Jim takes one final glance at Ray while waving goodbye, before joining the others. The door closes, leaving Ray, John, and Paul]

John Reid:
Temperamental artists, eh? They're well aware they're tied to a contract, but who knows what goes on inside the inscrutable mind of the recording artist?

Ray Foster:
Mark these words. If they're not careful, by the end of the year, no one will know the name "Queen". [brick is thrown through window] Christ!

[Paul opens window, and, along with Ray Foster, sees Queen outside.]

Freddie Mercury:
[shouting] You can take that out of our royalties, twat!

Ray Foster:
Wanker!

Brian May:
You can shove your gold discs! You made a mistake, Foster!

Freddie Mercury:
Arsehole!

Ray Foster:
[shouting] You'll never have a gold disc, you medium talent! [to Paul] And to think, I work with Hendrix.

Ren H?ek:
[stammering] I... I was nice today, nice to all those insipid little monkeys!, answering all their stupid letters! [nervously looking at his hands] My hands... dirty! [starts rubbing them together] The dirt won't come off! [screams] President what a joke, president... president of what? [looks over at Stimpy] His fan club!, how they love him! [crawls onto Stimpy's stomach] Look at him lying there asleep! [stands up and stares at him] The idol of millions! He's a fool, a lying, silly little fool!, how easily I could end the farce [looks at his hands] with these hands, these dirty hands! [in a demonic voice] and with these hands I hold the fate of millions!, they think he's a god, but he's as mortal as we!, I know! [imagines saw marks on Stimpy's neck] Just one quick twist! [makes strangling and twisting motions] and it's over, just one! [reaches for Stimpy's throat] [suddenly grabbing his head in pain] No it's happening again!, my brain! [in a demonic voice] My hot stinging brain! [shrieks in terror]