Search results for 'love' Page #929

Ziggy:
Why do human beings die for love?

Sam:
Check Shakespeare.

Ziggy:
Thank you, Doctor.

Sam:
Not now!

Ziggy:
Why not? With a million-gigabyte capacity, I'm quite capable of rubbing my tummy, patting my head and doing a trillion floating point operations at once.

Sam:
Because I don't have time to get into a philosophical discussion.

Ziggy:
I've finished reading Shakespeare. I see your point.

Zim:
I have come to accept your feelings for me. I congratulate you for acknowledging my superiority in choosing me as your love-pig. FEEL HONORED!

Zimmer:
I love ya Babe, but the season's over.

Zini:
"Hey, sweetie. If you'll be my bride, I'll groom ya." That is good. Oh, that's good. "Girls, I'm known as the `professor of love' and school's in session." Yeah, I still got it.

Aladar:
I hope it's not contagious.

Zini:
I'm a raging epidemic of romance.

Zini:
I'm the love professor, and class is in session! I still got it.

Aladar:
I hope it's not contagious.

Zini:
[whilst combing his head back with his hand] What you need is a little help from the 'love monkey'.

Ziva David:
Oh my gosh! You want to see me overreact, Ray? Why don't you tell me another lie? Why don't you tell me the sky is yellow? Why don't you tell me that water is not wet or that sand is not dry? Why don't you tell me you love me?

Ray Cruz:
I love you. I love you, Ziva.

Ziva David:
I don't believe you.

Ziva David:
You just love snooping around into other people's lives, don't you?

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo:
Yeah. That's why I became a cop.

Zo:
Trucker, my high school fantasy was that we were in love. That when we looked in each other's eyes, time would stand still, and our hearts would forever beat as one.

Trucker:
Sorry it took so long.

Zo?:
So what's your story, Abernathy?

Abernathy:
I had a set crush on Cecil.

Kim:
Set crush? Nigga please, you were his set wife.

Abernathy:
Were and Had being the key words here.

Kim:
Bitch, you two are still into each other, and you know it.

Abernathy:
Oh yeah? If he's still into me, then why did he f*** Darryl Hannah's stand in? Yes, men are dogs, oh it's so funny, oh it's so funny!

Kim:
Oh, stop acting all hurt, your ass is just mad.

Abernathy:
Yeah, he's a stand in f***er.

Kim:
Bitch, you need to get over that shit, that was two weeks ago.

Abernathy:
Oh, well now when you put it like that. Oh I haven't told you the best part, he f***ed her on my birthday.

Zo?:
Oh, that's a horse of a different color.

Abernathy:
Thank you.

Zo?:
Did he know it was your birthday? I mean, he's the director, he's kinda busy.

Abernathy:
He ate a piece of my birthday cake, and he got me a present. Yeah, I think he knew.

Zo?:
What'd he get you?

Abernathy:
He made me a tape.

Lee:
He made you a tape? Wait, he didn't burn you a CD, he made you a tape? Oh, it's so romantic.

Abernathy:
I know what you're gonna say so don't even go there.

Kim:
That sounds like the test of true love to me.

Abernathy:
Look, I know you guys like him, he's likeable... but he f***ed another woman on my birthday. How can you not be on my side?

Zo?:
Well, I admit, that sounds bad.

Abernathy:
It is bad!

Zo?:
It just sounds like there's a little more to it than that. Were you two f***ing?

Kim:
Hell no!

Abernathy:
Hello, is your name Abernathy?

Zod:
Unlike you, I will lead from a throne, not from the shadows. Every human, including the woman you love, will kneel before Zod!

Clark Kent:
You already destroyed my first home. I won't let you take this one.

Zoe Lopez:
The difference between love and sex is, with sex you need a condom and a pair of running shoes, and with love you need diopters and a bulletproof west.

Zoe:
Are you sure you love me?

Zoe:
Asshole. You have been trying that Jedi mind shit on me since the eighth grade. It doesn't work.

Hutch:
Oh, it works. Tell her, Windows.

Zoe:
He's been geeking out with Rogue Leader all morning. Nothing can tear him away.

[lifts her sweater, exposing her breasts to Windows who is on the Internet on his laptop, not looking up]

Zoe:
Ah, I love the feeling of fresh air on my naked breasts.

Hutch:
Oh, ho-ho!

Zoe:
See that? Man's immune to sweater yams.

Hutch:
What about me? I like sweater yams!

Zoe:
[kisses him]

Ignacio:
What is with you today? Did you smoke something?

Zoe:
No. [laughs] Why do you always analyze me so much Ignacio? I want you to make love to me tonight.

Ignacio:
Tonight?

Zoe:
Tonight.

Zoey Brooks:
Why did you go there?

Chase Matthews:
Because you wouldn't go there! To PCA. Or I thought you wouldn't go there. Which clearly you did. Why did you?

Zoey Brooks:
I missed you.

Chase Matthews:
I missed you too.

Zoey Brooks:
And, um... I... kind of overheard you... say something.

Chase Matthews:
What do you mean?

Zoey Brooks:
Well... A few weeks ago, when I was there, and you were here...

Chase Matthews:
Yeah?

Zoey Brooks:
I guess you and Michael and Logan left your video chat on.

Chase Matthews:
Okay.

Zoey Brooks:
And I heard you say something.

Chase Matthews:
Uh, could you be more specific?

Zoey Brooks:
I heard you say you're in love with me.

Chase Matthews:
[pauses] Oh. That's, uh, pretty specific.

Zoey Brooks:
Uh-huh.

Chase Matthews:
And that's why you went back to PCA?

Zoey Brooks:
That's why.

Chase Matthews:
Uh... Could you just hold for one sec?

Zoey Brooks:
Sure.

Chase Matthews:
Good. [clicks the mouse] OH MY GOD! [clicks the mouse again] I'm back.

Zombie 87:
Uh, hi! Um, I'm gonna have to call you back. No, I love you. I'll talk to you soon. Okay. Bye. Shit.

Zombie Mother:
No one will ever love you like your mother!

Zombie Stalker Orderly:
I always wanted my own little zombie to love and feed and teach

Zombie Stalker Orderly:
[to Zombie] I love you! I realize I love you! I love you! I always wanted my own little zombie to love, and feed, and teach! And we can go to the park! And do crafts!

Zombozo:
I love the sound of laughter. It feeds my soul.

Zombozo:
If you love clowns, then this is the place to be. You're gonna die laughing. That's a Zombozo guarantee.

Zone:
That guy sure loves the sound of his own voice.

Mag:
We all love the sound of our own voices. That's why we're here. Keep our own voices.

Zorak:
Here's what we do. We go back to Friday...

Brak:
[Brak interrupts] And make a kite out of squirrels and fly it to the moon.

Zorak:
No, we track ourselves down and then have our otherselves do the homework.

Brak:
Zorak, can I ask you a question?

Zorak:
Yeah, what?

Brak:
Where are we going to find enough squirrels to make a kite?

Zorak:
Are you really that stupid?

Brak:
I dare you to say that again only this time say "Brak, I love you".