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[during an introduction]

Casey MacDonald:
Christmas is a time to celebrate peace and love. It's a time to give. [sighs] Unless you're Derek, in which case it's a time to celebrate yourself. Which is pretty much what he does all year long.

[during end credits]

Andy Jarrett:
Love is blind, friendship closes its eyes...

[During Gru and Lucy's wedding]

Agnes:
[to herself] Okay. [stands on top of the girls' wedding table; to everyone else] Excuse me? Um, hi, excuse me? [Margo ticks on her glass with a fork multiple times like a cow bell, attracting everyone's attention to a nervous Agnes] Uh, [clears her throat] Hi, everybody! I'd like to make some toast. Uh... [looks at Gru]

Gru:
[smiles; quietly] Okay.

Agnes:
[nervous] She, um, she kisses my boo-boos, she braids my hair. [happily] We love you mothers everywhere, [turns to her parents] and my new mom Lucy is beyond compare. [receives a outstanding ovation]

Minions:
Aww...

Lucy:
[impressed and proud] Aww! [catches Agnes when she jumps into her arms; not soon after, Edith and Margo come next to Gru and Lucy; Edith gets in Gru's arms]

Agnes:
To the bride and Gru!

[during Jack 2001, Jack is singing and dancing to 'Arthur's Theme,' holding up pictures of the moon and New York City]

Jack:
The best that you can do - cha cha cha - the best that you can do - Chaka Khan - is fall in love... two, three, four, off. Thank you. Thanks for stickin' round.

Val:
Whoo! Yay! Oh, my God, Jack. That was the best show ever. It felt like you were singing only to me.

Jack:
Well, for the last seven shows, I was.

Val:
Look, I don't know what to say. I just - I really just wanna... officially thank you for coming into my life. It's just that, well, you're my world now.

Jack:
Yeah, about that, um... see, the problem is I live here [holds up the New York picture] and I'm thinking you live waaaaaay up here. [holds up the moon picture] .

[during the executive card game, Matthew Bevilaqua tries to clean up cheese from Silvo Dante, Silvio goes ballistic]

Silvio Dante:
What the f*** are you doing?

Anthony 'Tony' Soprano Sr.:
Sil, take it easy.

Silvio Dante:
[turns to Tony] I'm losin' my balls over here! This f***ing moron's playing "Hazel".

[turns back to Matthew]

Silvio Dante:
Get the f*** out of here!

Matthew Bevilaqua:
I was just trying to sweep the cheese away...

Silvio Dante:
Why? Why now? Leave it there.

Matthew Bevilaqua:
I don't know. I was just...

Silvio Dante:
What?

[turns the other guys]

Silvio Dante:
Where do you get these f***in' idiots, huh? Where do you get them? He's sweeping the cheese, I'm trying to get...

[turns back to Matthew]

Silvio Dante:
[shouts] Leave the f***ing cheese there, all right? I love f***in' cheese at my feet! I stick motherf***in' provolone in my socks at night, so they smell like your sister's crotch in the morning. Alright? Now leave the f***ing cocksucking cheese where it is! Here, here, here.

[he swipes off the cheese on his plate onto the floor]

Silvio Dante:
Go ahead. Have a good time.

[during the holidays, Seth tries to juggles Anna and Summer without letting them know about each other]

Anna:
[as Seth returns from the pool house, where he has been with Summer] Where have you been?

Seth:
Ryan just asked me to feed his sea monkeys while he was away.

Anna:
Ryan has sea monkeys? I love them! Can I see them?

Seth:
[desperate] No! Uh... you can't see them, that is, well, because they're dead. Suicide. You know how the holidays can be.

[During the Lowe's Motor Speedway race]

Mike Joy:
Ricky Bobby, who never met a sponsor he wouldn't push, has a huge Fig Newtons sticker on his windshield!

Darrell Waltrip:
I think NASCAR'll black-flag him for that!

Mike Joy:
He sold the windshield!

Ricky Bobby:
This sticker is dangerous and inconvenient, but I do love Fig Newtons.

[During the musical number of "Close to You"]

Rufus and Charlene:
[Singing] La la-la-la-la, close to you

[They put their faces together and stay like that]

Rufus:
I love this song.

[during the sham wedding ceremony]

Master Gracey:
[extending his hand to Sara] Elizabeth?

[Sara glances at Ramsley, remembers he is holding Michael and Megan captive, and plays her part]

Sara Evers:
[takes Gracey's hand] Yes, my love.

[During the Stingray crew's roll call...]

LT Martin Pascal:
Engineman First Class Brad Stepanek!

EN1 Brad Stepanek:
[looks at Dodge, unimpressed] Sit on it and rotate, sir.

Pascal:
WHAT?! What did you say, sailor?! You can't say that! [to Dodge] He can't say that!

Dodge:
Pascal, down! Down! Heel!

Stepanek:
By the Uniform Code of Military Justice, that constitutes gross insubordination, punishable by one month in the brig. [holds out his arms, as if for handcuffs] I'm ready to go, sir.

Dodge:
Board the boat. I like a challenge.

Stepanek:
You'll throw me off within a week. I'm a dedicated pain in the butt, sir.

Dodge:
Stepanek...

Stepanek:
What?

Dodge:
If I throw you off, it'll be in the middle of the Atlantic. [beat] Board the damn boat.

Stepanek:
Aw, man... [shoulders his kit bag and goes aboard] What's our mission, rescue Gilligan?

Pascal:
YOU'RE MINE, MAGGOT!

Dodge:
Ha! I love this job! And who's our next contestant?

[During this 'fight', the alternating control of Klump/Love's joint body is represented by Love's normal face 'bulging out' to resemble Sherman's]

Buddy Love:
Sherman, don't do this! YOU NEED ME!!!!!

Sherman Klump:
NO, I DON'T!

Buddy Love:
[slaps Sherman] You fat ass!

Sherman Klump:
[slaps Buddy] Tinkerbell!

Buddy Love:
[slaps Sherman] Blubber butt!

Sherman Klump:
[slaps Buddy] Featherweight!

Papa Klump:
Somebody better call an exorcist!

Buddy Love:
Sherman! Sherman! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!!!!!

Papa Klump:
This is some scary shit!

Sherman Klump:
[punches Buddy several times] YES... I... CAN!!!!!

[Buddy's watch beeps; he starts to feel dizzy]

Mama Klump:
Sherman, come back here! [claps her hands] Sherman!

Buddy Love:
[clutches his head] What's happenin' to me? Everything's gettin' real dark! Oh, I feel real jiggly! I'm blubbifyin'! Sherman, you needed me! I taught you to be confident! You needed me, Sherman! Sherman, no matter what, no matter what... you got to strut...

[Dwight moans in stairwell]

Jim Halpert:
Did I ever tell you why I left Scranton?

[Dwight mumbles]

Jim Halpert:
Yeah, I didn't think I had. Well, it was all about Pam.

Dwight Schrute:
[mumbling] Beesley?

Jim Halpert:
Yeah. I mean, she was with Roy, and I just couldn't take it. I mean, I lost it, Dwight. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't concentrate on anything. And weird stuff, like food had no taste. So my solution was to move away. It was awful. And it is something that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. And that includes you.

[Jim sighs and returns to the office]

Pam Beesley:
Hey, I was thinking about dinner, we...

[Jim kisses Pam passionately, cutting her off]

Jim Halpert:
Dinner. Let's see, maybe we should try the new Italian place where the dry cleaner used to be.

Pam Beesley:
[a bit shocked, smiling] Okay.

Jim Halpert:
Yeah?

Pam Beesley:
Yeah.

Jim Halpert:
Okay.

Pam Beesley:
[in confessional] Jim's just really passionate about Italian food.

[smiles]

Jim Halpert:
[smiling] Yeah. I'm very passionate about Italian food.

[Jim sits back down at his desk; Pam and Jim smiling at each other]

Jim Halpert:
In fact, I'm in love with Italian food.

[Dwight walks into the kitchen as Jim puts up a paper that says "Join The Fist" with a picture of a clenched fist]

Dwight Schrute:
Hey, hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing? What's this? What's The Fist?

Jim Halpert:
It's just a social club. Like the French Revolution or The Black Panthers or communism. It's just a club. Guys talking.

Dwight Schrute:
You expect me to believe that you're starting a rebellion?

Jim Halpert:
Nope, social club. God, I hate when everybody calls us a rebellion.

[Darryl walks into the kitchen. Jim puts his fist up and Darryl does it back]

Dwight Schrute:
Okay, you know what? I would love to join The Fist.

Jim Halpert:
And we would love to have you, but not today. Unfortunately, it's a bad day, what with Operation Overthrow and everything.

[Dylan sees letters that spells "If you love me, let me know" on the store window, and decides to run towards Lily's cabin]

Dylan Mee:
20 seconds of courage. 20 seconds of courage. Okay. Okay. [knocks on Lily's window. She squeals a disturbed noise, turns around and sees him. She walks to the window and opens it]

Lily Miska:
Hi.

Dylan Mee:
Hi. Look, am I nuts to say that I missed you like crazy a lot? A lot! [Lily shakes her head] I was... I wasn't named after Bob Dylan. I was named after a dog named Dylan.

Lily Miska:
[laughs] I don't really care. Who cares. Sorry about the rain.

Dylan Mee:
No, I love it. I love your hair, I love your sign, Lily, I love you. [Lily stops laughing the moment he says the word "you". They look at each other for a while, then smile before they move in for a hug through the window opening]

[Dymer is busy breaking a Batman dill, when he notices the real merchandise behind him... ]

Ted Dymer:
Well, if it isn't the Dark Knight himself...

Batman:
You're finished, Mad Bomber.

Ted Dymer:
[giggling] Oh, I don't think so. [Dymer launches a fleet of cars to surround Batman]

Batman:
You ought to put your toys away.

Ted Dymer:
I can't, I need the money, to get more toys! I love toys! They can do all sorts of things! They can make music! They can dance! They can even eat money! Oh, boy, can they eat money - all MY money! Then I remembered an episode of the Gray Ghost, and I found other things toys can do: they can carry a bomb! They can hold an entire city ransom! Toys! Toys are the best... [the Gray Ghost takes down Dymer]

[Each demon try to challenge people for a golden fiddle for their soul]

Gary Bunda:
Scoot over, you dirty roofers, 'cause I'm the best that's ever been at roofing.

Dizzay:
And I'll bet you a fiddle of gold against your soul that I'm better than you at tennis.

Troy:
I'm the best that's ever been at tequila drinking.

Benji:
I bet I can make love to your son, and I'm the best that's ever been.

Troy:
[to Toad] I'll beat your ass at bar trivia!

Toad:
[to Troy] I would beg to differ.

Dizzay:
[to Tennis Player] Well, I'm good, but I'm not, like a pro or nothing.

Tennis Player:
[to Dizzay] You just said you're the best that's ever been.

Benji:
[to Dad] Bottom line, can I make love to your son?

Dizzay:
[to Tennis Player] Just one game. Come on, man!

Dad:
[to Benji] I'm calling the police.

Benji:
[to Dad] But I'm the best that's ever been!

Dad:
GET OUT OF HERE!

[Gary almost fallen off the roof]

Gary Bunda:
[screaming] Oh, my god! Oh, my god, am I safe? Am I safe?

[Earl wants a raise]

B.P. Richfield:
Sinclair, you dog. Twenty-five years you've been working here and I never thought you'd have the guts to take me on! But take me on, you do, mano e mano, man to man. That's guts-balls, Sinclair. I like a guy with guts-balls. LIKE HIM!

[slams the sides of his trailer]

B.P. Richfield:
So I guess I'm gonna have to take your little ultimatum seriously.

Earl:
Oh I do hope so, sir.

B.P. Richfield:
Cuz the someone who puts a gun to my head...

Earl:
Oh n-no, sir.

B.P. Richfield:
...MUST BE PREPARED TO BACK UP HIS THREAT! So I'm gonna ask you, d'ya want a raise or what?

Earl:
...uh... or what, sir.

B.P. Richfield:
What puts you in the position to ask for more money?

Earl:
Well sir, I have a growing family, who I need more money to take care of.

B.P. Richfield:
Well, Where is this my fault?

Earl:
I'm not blaiming you, sir.

B.P. Richfield:
THEN WHY DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR YOUR FAMILY!

Earl:
I'm only asking for more money, sir.

B.P. Richfield:
No, the way I see it is, you don't need more money, you need less family!

Earl:
But I love my family!

B.P. Richfield:
Well obviously you do, since you're willing to lose your job for them.

Earl:
*What*?

B.P. Richfield:
You face me down, asking me for more money. I ain't gonna give it to ya. So ya got no alternative but to look me in the eye and say...

Earl:
[leaving] I'm sorry.

B.P. Richfield:
...I QUIT!

Earl:
I quit?

B.P. Richfield:
Oh, sorry to lose ya, Sinclair, after all these years.

Earl:
But sir I like this company. I always dreamed I'd go somewhere with this company.

B.P. Richfield:
No dreams, Sinclair. No dreams for you. You are what you are and that's all you're ever gonna be. Except not with this company. Best thing for you to do is realize that now. You'll thank me.

Earl:
But sir...

B.P. Richfield:
THANK ME!

Earl:
uh th-thank you, sir.

[earlier in the day, Martin caught Auntie Joan and Edward making love in her kitchen. He left quickly, in disgust and embarrassment. Now Joan has come to see Martin]

Joan Norton:
If you have a problem with my relationship, let's talk about it.

Dr. Martin Ellingham:
I don't believe it's a real relationship.

Joan Norton:
Oh, and you'd know about that, would you?

Dr. Martin Ellingham:
I know that sex on the kitchen table with a man fifty years your junior does not qualify as a real relationship.

[east coast live]

Brett:
OK, don't be pissed at me, OK? As soon as I realized it was the groom, I had a shower, and then I just got out of there.

Shelly:
Be real with us, Brett: were you in that shower alone?

Brett:
Was I in the shower alone. Nope, there were two penises, so no.

Charlotte:
Sounds like some of my showers.

[dump to black]

Charlotte:
-marrying a gay guy?

Justin:
Just casually bring it up at work. You know, in the- in the- in the breakroom. You get a yogurt, you walk up there, you'll say, "You know what I love about this yogurt? The fruit at the bottom. And you know who else loves the bottom?"

[Eddie and Richie are watching burning buildings from their window]

Eddie:
You know, that's what I love about this country, Richie. Tradition.

Richie:
Yeah, yeah.

Eddie:
I mean, in the olden days, we used to let the Germans do this sort of thing for us.

Richie:
I know, I know. It's shocking, isn't it? I mean, us Brits are so much better at it, aren't we? I mean, look at that! Half of London is alight! That's British craftmanship, that is!

[There is music playing from the streets]

Eddie:
Aw, look! There's the primary school Postman Pat float.

Richie:
[Adored] Aha.

Eddie:
[Adored] They make a little van and everything!

Richie:
Aha! Oh, look, look, they're ram-rading the off-licence! [Sound of braking glass] Aw! Bless 'em. they're too young to know, aren't they?

Eddie:
What?

Richie:
Well, that you've done it already.

Eddie:
Yep! Well, you have to get up early in the morning to beat uncle Eddie [looks at a stack of boxes filled with Malibu] .

Richie:
Well, it's as I always say, Eddie. The carnival is a marvellous business opportunity.

Eddie:
Would you like me to toast your marshmellows?

[Richie looks at him in disgust]

[Eddie holds up two marshmellows]

Richie:
Oh, I see what you mean. Yes, marvellous, Eddie, get on with it, yes, yes, yes. Right, now, I think we should just wait for the window of Curry's to blow, and then we'll pop out and do ourselves a bit of shopping. There's a 28-inch surround sound TV with Fasttext, FST, Nicam and loads of other bullocks that nobody understands, that I have me eye on for a couple of months now.

Eddie:
[Pulls back two black marshmellows from the fire] Bit overdone.

Richie:
Right. Shopping list, shopping list. I'll go grab hold of my ballpoint. [Both laughing]

Eddie:
[Glass breaks] Oh no, Richie! No time for crap double entendres. Curry's window's just blown. They've just thrown Aswad through it!

Richie:
Have they? Right. Banzai, baby! Bankrobbers on and let's go shopping!

[Eddie and Richie are watching the Carnival parade from their window]

Richie:
Oh, I love carnival time! Look at that policeman over there!

Eddie:
Which one?

Richie:
The one jumping up and down, waving his arms.

Eddie:
The one that's on fire?

Richie:
Yeah!

Eddie:
Now well, he's got no one to blame but himself, it was him who started it all by appealing for calm!

Richie:
Is it? [to policeman] Provocative bastard!

[Eddie and Richie are watching the riots fom their window]

Richie:
Some people are short-tempered, aren't they?

Eddie:
Yeah. well, about four or five thousand of 'em, by the looks of things.

Richie:
Yeah. But it's wonderful, though, Eddie. I mean, look. All the local communities are out there, on the streets.

Eddie:
Beating the shit out of each other.

Richie:
Yeah! Oh, I love carnival time. Oh, look at that policeman over there!

Eddie:
Which one?

Richie:
The one jumping up and down, waving his arms.

Eddie:
The one that's on fire?

Richie:
Yeah!

Eddie:
Now, well, he's got no one to blame but himself. It was him who started it all by appealing for calm.

Richie:
Was it? [To policeman] Provocative bastard!

Eddie:
I mean, what's the point in having a carnival if you can't get your shopping done?

[Eddie becomes a demon after winning the Wall of The Damned]

Eddie:
I'M A DEMON! NOW AND FOREVER!

[cuts to the next scene where there's a 4th wall break when the cast crew ask one of the directors how they feel about the makeup and prop scenery]

Eddie Pepitone:
Never again, okay? Don't f***ing paint me in this red sh*t no more!

Dave Willis:
You know, everybody has to do it -- Henry, Matt...

Henry Zebrowski:
Yeah.

Dana Snyder:
And I'm a tortured now. And I'm gonna stay a tortured for the rest of the season 'cause I'm not putting that red sh*t back on.

Matt Servitto:
Dave, can't we do the red digitally now?

Dana Snyder:
Digital. There you go.

Matt Servitto:
And then we wouldn't have to sit through it. Shane, I love what you do. I love your guys' work, but we wouldn't have to do it. And these pants, these are fur. It's hot as hell in there. I mean, we could digitize the pants.

Dave Willis:
I mean, we have two more weeks of shooting. Just two more weeks, you can gut it out. I can't rewrite it.

Eddie Pepitone:
Alright. Alright, fine, fine.

Dave Willis:
You mean it?

Eddie Pepitone:
I'll do it, yeah.

Dave Willis:
Alright, thank you. Thank you so much.

Eddie Pepitone:
You're welcome.

Dave Willis:
Alright.

Intern:
Eddie's agent is on the phone.

[Eddie is watching a Spanish telenova, inside a hotel room]

Venom:
I love this show.

Eddie:
yeah.

Venom:
Maximilliano's feelings are not being validated.

Eddie:
Yeah, well, he never should have kept such an insane secret, man.

Venom:
We all have a past, Eddie.

Eddie:
What, are you... hiding stuff from me?

Venom:
Eighty-billion light-years of hive knowledge, across universes, would explode your tiny little brain.

Eddie:
What... what does that even mean, man?

Venom:
Well, let me give you a taste, then. Just the smallest fraction of the things we Symbiotes have experienced.

Eddie:
Okay?

Venom:
Ready, Eddie?

Eddie:
Yeah.

[As Venom gives Eddie a glimpse of the hive knowledge, the room begins to change]

Venom:
What's happening?

Eddie:
[jumps off the bed] No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Venom:
[panicked] What the hell is that?!

Eddie:
[turns towards the object that has startled Venom] Oh... that's, uh... that's just a towel. [Looking around in panic] Where are we? What did you do?

Venom:
It wasn't me! [Eddie's attention is turned to the TV, where J. Jonah Jameson is speaking]

J. Jonah Jameson:
[On TV] Incredibly, this shocking revelation, brought to life by yours truly, has only raised more...

Eddie:
[notices Venom's alertness] What? What is it?

Jameson:
... the life of Peter Parker. [Venom transforms and approaches the TV] AKA Spider-Man. AKA the Spider-Menace. But rest assured, dear viewers, we here at the Daily Bugle will...

Venom That... guy... [licks the image of Spider-Man on the screen]