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[episode - The Sea]

Walrus 1:
I think it's a great medium, it supports you, it's fun, it's, you know, a beautiful environment to be in so for me, I love water

Walrus 2:
I don't love water, I'm scared in the water.

[Eric and Jennifer Love Fefferman have been killed by the murderer]

Jack:
Eric! Feffie... Eric, he was my friend, my roomate! I didn't really know her.

Jack:
Wait, without Eric I can't afford to live in my apartment anymore. If I can't afford to live in my apartment anymore, then I don't want to live!

[Jack runs to windowsill and prepares to jump]

Angela Moore:
Wait Jack, Shawn is still your roommate, together you can make the rent.

Jack:
Ok, let's go back inside now.

Jack, Angela Moore:
Ahhhh!

[Jack and Angela fall to their doom]

[Eric catches Jackie and Todd kissing]

Jackie Burkhart:
Eric! Did you get a haircut? 'Cause I love it. You look just like Parker Stevenson.

Eric Forman:
Oh, really? 'Cause I told the guy he should.... No! No, no. That's not gonna work, tramp-face. I saw tongue!

[Eric hugs Mr. Feeny and follows Topanga and Shawn out the door]

George Feeny:
So Mr. Matthews...

Cory Matthews:
You think we've known each other long enough for you to call me Cory?

George Feeny:
I think I've known you long enough to call you Cornelius.

Cory Matthews:
Ssh! Mr. Feeny! Not even Topanga knows that!

George Feeny:
Your secret is safe with me.

Cory Matthews:
Well, I got Topanga to go to New York.

George Feeny:
Good for you.

Cory Matthews:
She's not even scared anymore.

George Feeny:
Nor should she be.

Cory Matthews:
I am.

George Feeny:
Well, you have a right to be.

[Cory hugs Mr. Feeny]

Cory Matthews:
You coming with us Mr. Feeny? You gonna sneak up on us in Central Park or something?

George Feeny:
No, I shall remain here.

Cory Matthews:
No. You'll always be with us. As long as we live okay?

[Cory walks out the door. Mr. Feeny looks around the room]

George Feeny:
I love you all... Class dismissed.

[Eric is tucking his youngest sons in to bed]

Eric:
I love you guys.

Sam:
I love Spiderman.

David:
I love Batman.

Eric:
I love Batman too.

Sam:
What about Spiderman?

Eric:
I love him too.

David:
Which do you love more?

Eric:
...Batman.

David:
Why?

Eric:
I have no idea. Good night boys.

[tucks the boys in and steps into the hall]

Eric:
That was the best conversation I had all day.

[Eric sees Xavier and Society freeing the wiggers out on sea]

Eric:
That's them, officers. They released my wind.

Xavier:
Uh-oh! No piggy gonna bust this nut. The prison of the mind, mommy.

[Xavier suck his finger going back to its normal form]

Xavier:
Hey, compadre. The slimy turncoat just slipped through my fingers, but that's the other creek rook. [referring to Society]

Officer:
Let's go, weirdo.

Eric:
Sheila!

Society:
I'm a patsy, and I love it.

Eric:
[to Xavier] Man, if you found that other guy, we'd be triple-uber bromigo-sabes deluxe.

Xavier:
I thought that friendular designation was just a wonderful fairy tale. Uh, I-I think he's right here.

Xavier:
Hey Snake Hand, I like you a little bit. I like you a little more than that.

[Snake Hand throw up Xavier's inside out skin]

Xavier:
There! I almost got him! [to his inside out skin] You admit you did it?

Xavier (as Xavier's Inside Out Skin):
[puppeteering] Yes, I am guilty. You are so tough and cool that you caught me, friiiieeeend.

Xavier:
Take him away, officers!

Officer:
[to Xavier's Inside Out Skin] Come on, weirder-o!

[Evan dictates a love letter for the inarticulate Cedric]

Cedric Grey:
You're a genius Evan. Where did you learn it?

Evan:
I had older sisters.

[Everett Ross interrogates Ulysses Klaue, as T'Challa and Okoye listen in]

Ulysses Klaue:
[cuffed to a chair, singing] "Don't hurt me, no more! What is love? Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more..." [casually] You know, you really shouldn't trust the Wakandans. I'm much more your speed.

Everett Ross:
I don't trust anybody, not in this job. But what I AM interested in is that arm cannon out there. Where'd you get that?

Ulysses Klaue:
It's an old mining tool that I made some adjustments to. But I can get, uh, you one if you like.

Everett Ross:
Why don't you give me the name of your supplier, and I'll ask them?

Ulysses Klaue:
He's right outside. Why don't you ask him yourself?

Everett Ross:
What, T'Challa? You're telling me that weapon on your arm is from Wakanda?

Ulysses Klaue:
[winks and clicks] Bingo. What do you actually know about Wakanda?

Everett Ross:
Um... Shepherds, textiles, cool outfits...

Ulysses Klaue:
It's all a front. Explorers searched for it for centuries. "El Dorado, the Golden City" - they thought they could find it in South America, but it was in Africa the whole time. A technological marvel. All because it was built on a mound of the most valuable metal known to man. Isipho, they call it, "the gift". Vibranium.

Everett Ross:
Vibranium, yeah. Strongest metal on earth.

Ulysses Klaue:
It's not just a metal. They sew it into their clothes. It powers their city, their tech, their weapons.

Everett Ross:
Weapons?

Ulysses Klaue:
[chuckles] Yeah. Makes my arm cannon look like a leaf blower.

Everett Ross:
That's a nice fairy tale, but Wakanda is a Third-World Country, and you stole all their Vibranium.

Ulysses Klaue:
"I stole..."?! [laughs hysterically, then snaps and jolts the chair angrily] "ALL OF IT"?! I took a tiny piece of it. They have a mountain full of it. They've been mining it for thousands of years, and they still haven't scratched the surface. I'm the only outsider who's seen it and got out of there alive. If you don't believe me, you ask your friend what his suit is made of. What his claws are made of.

[examining a dead alien]

Lurena:
What are they?

Avon:
Unfriendly. Which is fortunate, really. They'd be difficult to love.

[Experiment 5]

Zak:
  I know we can't be together, but I-I need to tell you, I love you.  I-I know you probably don't love me, but I just hope that you like me, you know?

Marie:
  Serious question?

Zak:
  Yes.

Marie:
  No.

Zak:
  What about our meetings?

Marie:
  Data collection.

Zak:
  Just data collection?

Marie:
  No, I've also been experimenting with flirting, and now I've stopped.

Zak:
  You really don't feel anything for me?

Marie:
  I don't think you understand, Zak:  I don't feel.  No one wants to understand.  I know what they call me—"the Machine"—and they're right.  I do not love my family.  I experience no joy.  If you ever see me smile, frown, laugh, or cry, I'm pretending, waiting for it to become real; but it never will.  It's the side-effect.

[Face has just been rejected by a girl and he turns to see Murdoch staring at him]

Face:
What are you looking at?

Murdock:
You. I've been watching you, and I'm worried.

Face:
How so?

Murdock:
Well, it's a bit disturbing to see the team's Love Doctor hit the ground and cry "Medic!"

[facing the Lemures]

Ladd Russo:
The reason you guys were wearing such orchestra-style suits was to perform for me, right? To think you'd come to the roof especially for me! This must be love! I have embraced your enormous love, now it's your turn to embrace my love! I love you, SO DIE!

[Fade into a night scene, where Didi is reading a bedtime story to Tommy]

Didi Pickles:
And then the wizard looked down at the little boy and said: "your wish has been granted". And the little boy looked...

Stu Pickles:
[enters with the still-crying Dil] Deed! Help!

Didi Pickles:
[to Tommy] I'll be back, sweetie.

Stu Pickles:
All I did was cough, Deed. I tried not to, but I had a feeling in my throat. And then I coughed! And now he's crying! [Dil hiccups] And now he's got the hiccups! [sobs]

Didi Pickles:
Oh, Stu. [places a baby pacifier into Stu's mouth. He stops crying and sucks on it; she cranks a baby mobile] Stu, why don't you sing Dil a lullaby?

Stu Pickles:
[spits out the pacifier] I'm too tired to sing...

[Dil hiccups]

Didi Pickles:
All right. I'll make something up.

Stu Pickles:
Good.

[Tommy holds up his book, but he's ignored. Didi yawns. The couple starts to sing, ad-libbing as they go along]

Didi Pickles:
[singing] Baby, please, rest your head.

Stu Pickles:
[singing] Yeah...now it is time for bed.

Didi Pickles:
[spoken] That's good.

Stu Pickles:
[spoken] Thanks.

Didi Pickles:
You're cuter than, uh...

Stu Pickles:
[singing; chuckles] Uncle Ned!

[They both giggle]

Didi Pickles:
[singing] Our little...

Stu Pickles:
[singing] Uh...quadruped?

Didi Pickles:
[spoken] Oh, Stu...

Stu Pickles:
[spoken] Oh.

[Dil is whimpering, as if he's scared]

Didi Pickles:
[spoken] It didn't work.

Stu Pickles:
[spoken] I know.

Didi Pickles:
[spoken] He's still awake.

Stu Pickles:
[spoken] I got one. I got one.

Didi Pickles:
[spoken] Okay. [hands Dil off to Stu]

Stu Pickles:
[singing; dances with Dil in his arms] Twinkle! Twinkle! How times flies...

[Dil hiccups]

Didi Pickles:
[singing] Slowly in the starry skies.

Stu Pickles:
[singing; getting his eye very close to Dil] Baby, please, close your eyes!

Didi Pickles:
[singing] Shh, shh, shh...you're as sweet as...

Stu Pickles:
[singing] Apple pies!

[Tommy holds up one of Stu's slippers, but he's still ignored]

Didi Pickles:
As you grow, and love and play... [tucks Dil in his crib as he hiccups again]

Stu Pickles:
[singing] In our hearts, you'll always stay.

[A dejected Tommy walks away with his book and Stu's slipper. Stu kisses Dil]

Didi Pickles:
[singing] So sleep and dream the night away...ayy... [leans her head on the side of Dil's crib. lights are turned out. Dil falls asleep. She kisses Dil]

Stu Pickles:
[spoken] Ah, that was good.

[Stu and Didi walk out of the boys' room. Tommy is in the closet, holding one of Stu's slippers. He sings his own line of the lullaby, to himself]

Tommy Pickles:
[singing] Baby, please, rest your head. Now it is time for bed. Please stop. Don't you see? I want mom and dad for me. [shed some tears while holding the slipper close to himself and hugs it]

[The camera is focused again on Dil, who hiccups a little. Cut to outside, where Spike is also forgotten, in the rain. He howls as the camera pans up to the sky]

[falling asleep]

Ben:
God. Is. love.

[Fanny and Edmund discuss the impact of Mr Merdle's suicide and the collapse of his bank]

Fanny Dorrit:
What a dreadful thing, Sparkler.

Sparkler:
[ineffectually] Horrid. Horrid.

Fanny Dorrit:
And with our mother-of-pearl penknife, too.

Sparkler:
I know, my love - shocking.

Fanny Dorrit:
If I had known what he wanted it for I might not have lent it to him. And now the Coroner's got it, I suppose, and heaven knows when I shall get it back.

Sparkler:
I know, dear heart. It's very... vexing.

Fanny Dorrit:
Are you fearfully cut-up about it, Sparkler? Was you very close to him?

Sparkler:
Well I am a *bit* cut-up about it, Fanny. Of course it's not as if he was my *real* papa, but he wasn't a bad stick. The mater found him fearfully annoying, but I didn't. I think the *bird* was rather fond of him.

[Sparkler walks over to Merdle's parrot]

Sparkler:
I know *he* was fond of *it*.

Fanny Dorrit:
Sparkler?

Sparkler:
Yes, my dearest love.

Fanny Dorrit:
What is to become of us now? Are we rich or are we poor?

Sparkler:
We may have to tighten our belts a little. Perhaps find a smaller place in a less expensive part of town.

Fanny Dorrit:
[coldly] Such as where?

Sparkler:
[diffidently] Erm... Fulham?

Fanny Dorrit:
[shouts] Fulham?

[Fanny is trying to encourage Percival to make love to her. He is very naive and only knows how bulls and cows mate. His father and Mrs Coles are listening outside the bedroom door]

Percival Harding:
Is it time to climb on your back now, Fanny?

Fanny Hill:
[coyly] I think we may do it face-to-face.

Percival Harding:
How shall we do that?

Fanny Hill:
Like this. Suppose I lift my leg like this, then put my other one...

Mr. Harding:
[shouts from outside the door] Come on, my son!

Percival Harding:
[shouts excitedly to his father] It's in! It's in!

Mr. Harding:
Oh, well done! Well done!

[Mrs Coles and the other prostitutes join in the laughter and rejoicing]

[Fantine has become a prostitute to support her daughter Cosette]

Fantine:
Come on Captain, you can wear your shoes! Don't it make a change to have a girl who can refuse? Easy money, lying on a bed... Just as well they never see the hate that's in your head! Don't they know they're making love to one already dead?

[Faye and Joseph are discussing their choice of flowers at their forthcoming wedding. Jac butts in]

Faye Morton:
Joseph, I was thinking. White roses with some gypsophilia.

Jac Naylor:
[sighs] Clearly there is something in the air.

Faye Morton:
No need to be such a cynic.

Jac Naylor:
What the world needs now is love sweet love.

[Jac reads from a leaflet about choosing wedding flowers]

Jac Naylor:
You know, I just don't know if white roses are appropriate, Faye. It says here that they symbolise innocence and purity - that might be a little misleading. Oh wait, no, I missed a bit. It says they also symbolise silence and secrecy, so...

[Federico discovers that Vittoria left him because she fell in love with his best friend, Dario.]

Federico:
I felt bad. But it felt good when I felt bad. You made me feel good, huh? And now I feel bad! Why? WHY? God I feel bad.

[Ferdinand Lyle finishes the story of the Verbis Diablo]

Vanessa Ives:
What happened to Brother Gregory?

Ferdinand Lyle:
Ah. Locked away by his brothers, the visitations from the demon did not abate. They were deep within him. A curse, if you will. Seemingly inescapable.

Vanessa Ives:
And?

Ferdinand Lyle:
After years of confinement, and torment, they were finally convinced that he was not in fact mad, but possessed by the devil. They burned him at the stake.

Dr. Victor Frankenstein:
God love religion.

[Ferrin has Vann sign Joe the postman's get-well soon card, who's had a Triple Bypass surgery]

Ferrin:
That's nice.

Vann Siegert:
What'd you write?

Ferrin:
'If you don't hurry back soon, this girl's gonna die of a broken heart. No pun intended. Love, Ferrin.'

[Ferris and Cameron enter the garage, where Cameron shows Ferris his father's prized possession]

Cameron:
The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than 100 were made. My father spent three years restoring this car. It is his love. It is his passion.

Ferris:
[eyes the car hungrily] It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.

Cameron:
Ferris, what are you talkin' about?

[Ferris leans on the car]

Ferris:
Ooh!

Cameron:
Ferris, my father loves this car more than life itself.

Ferris:
A man with priorities so far out of whack doesn't deserve such a fine automobile.

[Ferris walks around the car]

Cameron:
No. No. Apparently, you don't understand.

Ferris:
Wow.

Cameron:
Ferris, he never drives it. He just rubs it with a diaper. [runs his finger across the car] Hey. Remember how insane he went when I broke my retainer? Huh? Come on, that was a little piece of plastic. This is a Ferrari.

Ferris:
Qué bella. [kisses his fingers] Cameron, I'm sorry, but we can't pick up Sloane in your car. Mr. Rooney would never believe Mr. Peterson drives that piece of shit.

Cameron:
[under his breath] It's not a piece of shit.

Ferris:
It is a piece of shit. Don't worry about it. I don't even have a piece of shit; I have to envy yours.

Cameron:
[sarcastically] Oh, thanks.

Ferris:
[desperately] Look, I'm sorry. There's nothing else we can do. [Ferris slowly gets in the Ferrari, and closes the door] Ooh.

Cameron:
He knows the mileage, Ferris.

Ferris:
He doesn't trust you?

Cameron:
Never has, never will.

Ferris:
Look, this is real simple. Whatever miles we put on, we'll take off.

Cameron:
How?

Ferris:
We'll drive home backwards.

Cameron:
[laughs coldly] No. No! [Ferris starts the car] Ferris, forget it. You're just gonna have to think of something else. I'm putting my foot down. [Ferris smiles as he drives the Ferrari out of the garage] How about we rent a nice Cadillac?! My treat! We could call a limo! A nice stretch job with a TV and a bar! How 'bout that?!

Ferris:
[drives back to pick up Cameron] Come on! Live a little!

[Fez breaks up with Caroline and doesn't dare to say it's because she's crazy]

Fez:
Umm... because... Donna and I are in love!

Caroline:
What?

Donna Pinciotti:
Oh my god!

Jackie Burkhart:
Eeewwww!

[fFrom trailer]

President Snow:
Miss Everdeen, it is the things we love most that destroy us.