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Willa Weston:
I love this zoo.

Rollo Lee:
I love zoo too.

Willa:
When are your parents coming home? I want to meet them.

Matt:
Are you being serious?

Willa:
Have you never introduced them to a girl before?

Matt:
No, like... I just thought it was a little too soon. But, I mean, I would love it. So if you're down then that is just really good. Yeah, I think they're coming back next Thursday so we can do a little family dinner.

Willa:
Okay.

Matt:
And no, I've never introduced them to a girlfriend before.

William "Bill The Butcher" Cutting:
[to Amsterdam] You get to know a lot butchering meat. We're made up of the same things - flesh and blood, tissue, organs. I love to work with pigs. The nearest thing in nature to the flesh of a man is the flesh of a pig...This is the liver. The kidneys. The heart. This is a wound—the stomach will bleed and bleed. [stabs the pig] This is a kill. [stabs the pig] This is a kill. Main artery. [stabs the pig] This is a kill.

William 'Bill' Reardon:
What are you signing?

Sally Reardon:
I'm going to get 500 dollars for the story.

William 'Bill' Reardon:
For this story?

Sally Reardon:
No, for the love life of a girl detective. [Bill grabs the contract and rips it up] Bill, don't be angry. I wasn't going to give them any of the real inside dope.

William 'Will' Smith:
Thanks a lot, Ash. Now I'll never find out what Santa gets for Christmas.

Ashley Banks:
He doesn't really get an actual gift, Will. He gets love from all the kids around the world.

William 'Will' Smith:
Really? That sounds like a rip-off to me.

William 'Will' Smith:
There ain't gonna be a rematch, when he gets out of the hospital he can have her

Philip Banks:
She dumped you?

William 'Will' Smith:
Man you crazy? Yeah

Philip Banks:
It was a nice ride while it lasted

William 'Will' Smith:
I think I loved her

Philip Banks:
Bull, you didn't know her

William 'Will' Smith:
I knew her you know what I'm saying? I knew her

Philip Banks:
You knew her intimately but you didn't know her well, you were in love with the lovestyle

William B. Tensy:
I love a woman who eats raw meat.

William Banks:
People do a whole lot of things in the name of love, more than I ever thought possible. When we first made this deal, you and me. I remember thinking about that- about love. I never really felt it, even when it was offered to me because I knew I didn't deserve it, so I could never understand it. A pastor I know, one of the better ones, he pointed me toward a verse in the old testament. Went something like this- There are three things that amaze me. No, four things that I'll never understand. The way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a serpent on a rock, the way of a ship at sea, and the way a man loves a woman. And once I got clean I understood all of them. The eagle, the ship, even the man and the woman. But what I knew best. What I knew from my gut was the way of that serpent and how he can destroy the most beautiful love of all.

William Bentley:
You talk about young people in America. I don't recognize them. I don't think they exist. I think your kind creates them. You force them into little molds, and pop them out like little plastic figures off a production line. You stuff them full of preconceived ideas, praise them for turning out so well. But they're not people, they're machines! Then you wind them up like little tape recorders, and send them out into the world to spread another generation of lies. "This is the best of all possible worlds... this is a recording." And the ones who escape your assembly line, the rare ones, you call them delinquents, weirdos, hippies, pillheads, freaks, potheads. You tell them they're sick. They know better. They're not satisfied with a little change. They want it all! They want it now! And they know they can't change the world, so they change themselves. They seek others who believe as they do. They start communities, tribes. They grow, they share, food, shelter, and most importantly, love. All they ask is the right to live the way they want to live, without being harassed, without being told what they can or cannot do. Now, is that too much to ask, Mr. Policeman?

Friday:
No, if that's all they ask. But it's not. They're not asking to be left alone, they're asking for a handout. If they really believed what you say they believe, they'd do something about it besides panhandle in the streets and use narcotics to escape reality. A lot of people started with an idea, and they've made it work, but not by begging or stealing or standing in line to get paid for not working. The Amish did it in Pennsylvania, they built self-supporting communities. The Mormons did it in Utah, they built a city. The Jews did it in Israel, they built a nation. But they were willing to work for it!

William Bentley:
We tried in San Francisco.

Friday:
Yeah. Well, you learned something, didn't you?

William Bentley:
What's that?

Friday:
If you're gonna live with the rest of us, then you'll have to learn to play the game by the rules. And in case you've forgotten the name of the game, we call it democracy.

William Bill:
Betty! Love!

William Bonney:
Why'd you do it, Angelita? I mean, you're a fine lookin' girl - you coulda found a man to love ya, to marry ya, to give you a good life.

Angelita Sanchez:
The stakes were high, Senor Billy, and I was very poor. Have you never gambled for high stakes?

William Campbell:
Do we have to be better Southerners than the Johnny Rebs themselves?

James J. Andrews:
I went through pretty far tonight. Let me tell you this: If you can't drink their toasts and sing their songs, love Jeff Davis and hate Abe Lincoln by next Friday, you'll never reach Marietta.

William Campbell:
Do we have to be better Southerners than the Johnny Rebs themselves?

James J. Andrews:
I went through pretty far tonight. Let me tell you this: If you can't drink their toasts and sing their songs, love Jeff Davis and hate Abe Lincoln by next Friday, you'll never reach Marietta.

William Cross:
Andrew - why would you do that? That camera had sensitive pictures.

Andrew Cross:
I know.

William Cross:
[stunned] You looked? You let them go public - why would you deliberately hurt your cousin?

Andrew Cross:
You told me to.

William Cross:
What?

Andrew Cross:
You told me to do something - to make my mark. You hate Silas - and Silas loves Michelle. I hurt Michelle to hurt Silas... I broke his favorite thing.

William Cross:
You did that... for me?

Andrew Cross:
I love you; I want you to be proud of me.

William Dodd:
You see my love? The British will soon lie scattered across the plains, and Fattagar will be ours!

William Gibbs:
The moment I saw you, Mrs. Grodin, the very first instant, I knew my life as I had understood it was... I'd been up since sunrise. My second night in the car, I was completely lost. I must have walked ten miles to a clearing, to your garden. To you, standing there in all those vines, those vegetables. I saw you and pignon trees behind, and the hill, and everything completely still. So beautiful. It was almost unbearable, it still is. Then later, holding your hand, I remembered being at a birthday party, this children's birthday party, and my older brother was acting out. Me, discovering my mother dead. My mother committed suicide. But maybe she didn't. He was telling this story, how I'd come home from school carrying a pyramid I'd made out of foam core, and opened the front door, and walked in backwards and bumped into her, in the hall. She hung herself. Now I don't think it's true! I don't think it's a real memory, my memory. I think it's just the description that I heard from my brother. I don't even think foam core EXISTED back then, Mrs. Grodin. I always felt partly responsible, involved, being the one to find her, but now I don't think I did. I don't think I did! It was like the cornerstone of my childhood, the event upon which I built everything else, and now it's pulled out and everything is toppled. The only thing I can hold on to right now, Mrs. Grodin, the only thing I know to be true, is my love for you.

William Harper:
I want to send you back to school to finish your doctorate, then you'll join financial intelligence as an analyst. You'll work in a series of private banks on Wall Street while you'll use your position to uncover funding for terror groups.

Jack Ryan:
Covertly.

William Harper:
Yep. So, you have to keep it to yourself. Your employers won't know you work for us; the people you love won't know you do, either. It's gonna get lonely but... it's how we like to do things.

William Hundert:
The waters in which we found ourselves swimming, were precisely as lovely as those we had earlier only imagined. But if time had made concessions for love, it made none for death.

William Jones:
Do you love her?.

Ellis Jones:
Yes, i am.

William Jones:
How do you know?.

Ellis Jones:
Dad, I didn't kn...

William Jones:
This is a simple quest, how do you know?.

Ellis Jones:
Everything is not make sense without her.

William Jones:
Hey, everybody. I don't want to ruin the party, but I want to say something. First of all, thanks for being here. Kathy and I, we're really grateful that you could be here. It means a lot to us that you would be here to help us celebrate the first... First 40 years of our marriage.

William Jones:
[crowd laughing]

William Jones:
When I first met this lovely lady, back in the olden days, I had... I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do in my job, but I didn't really know what I wanted to be as a man, when I grew up. If I ever grew up.

William Jones:
[Kathy chuckles]

William Jones:
But the commitment that she made, [voice breaking] to our marriage and our family, to me, the quality of her love led me to understand that I could have no greater ambition in life than to be the best possible husband I could be for her. And I'm still working on it.

William Jones:
[crowd laughing]

William Jones:
So, here's to Kathy, love of my life, mate of my soul, mother of my lovely children. To Kathy.

William Jones:
[crowd applauding]

William Leigh:
You're a ponce, aren't you?

Jack Flowers:
Hard to say what anyone is.

William Leigh:
I only mention it because, personally, I could never bring myself to pay.

Jack Flowers:
William, people make love for so many crazy reasons, why shouldn't money be one of them?

William Miller:
"That groupie"? She was a Band-Aid! All she did was love your band. And you used her, all of you! You used her and threw her away! She almost died last night while you were with Bob Dylan. You guys, you're always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away! And if you can't see that, that's your biggest problem. And I love her! I love her!

William Miller:
Do you have to be depressed to write a sad song? Do you have to be in love to write a love song? Is a song better when it really happened to you? Like "Love Thing," where did you write that and who was it about?

Russell Hammond:
When did you get so professional?

William of Baskerville:
The rats love parchment even more than scholars do. Let's follow him!