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Donna Logan Forrester:
Please. Please, Eric, say something. Say something. Look, you know I love you, and deep in your heart, I know - I know you love me, too. We - we can make it right again. Just give me - give me another chance.

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Donna Logan:
Stephanie, Stephanie, please. I love my brother, I don't want anything to happen to him.

Stephanie Forrester:
Donna, you know, at some point, we all have to grow up and accept the responsibility of our actions. What's about to happen to your brother is a result of your actions. You're the one that's bought him a one-way ticket to prison.

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Dora's Client:
[dictating a letter] My darling, My heart belongs to you. No matter what you've done, I still love you. I love you. While you're locked in there all those years, I'll be locked up out here, waiting for you.

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Dorota:
[running from bombing] Mr. Szpilman?

Wladyslaw Szpilman:
Hello.

Dorota:
Oh, I came specially to meet you. I love your playing.

Wladyslaw Szpilman:
Who are you?

Dorota:
My name is Dorota. I, I'm Jurek's sister... You're bleeding.

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Dr. David Cameron:
Michael, I have this fantasy.

Michael Novotny:
Uh-huh.

Dr. David Cameron:
It's Sunday morning and I'm lying in bed. And I hear the little thump of the newspaper, and the sun's just coming through the window.

Michael Novotny:
Yeah?

Dr. David Cameron:
And in the distance... I hear the sound of someone singing very quietly... because they don't want to wake me up.

Michael Novotny:
Well, that's considerate, I think.

Dr. David Cameron:
And as I look across the room... I see through the frosted glass of the shower, the shape of the guy that I love.

Michael Novotny:
Am I conditioning my hair?

Dr. David Cameron:
I'm being serious, Michael.

Michael Novotny:
I know. I'm sorry. It sounds nice.

Dr. David Cameron:
It is nice. It can be nice. It will be nice when you move in with me.

Michael Novotny:
Hey, what do you know? "X-Men"'s out on D.V.D.

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Dr. Derek Shepherd:
The human life is made up of choices. Yes or no? In or out? Up or down? And then there are the choices that matter: to love or hate, to be a hero or to be a coward, to fight or to give in, to live or die... Live or die? That's the important choice, and it's not always in our hands.

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Dr. Emily Grace:
Good morning, Lillian.

Lillian Moss:
Last day as Dr. Grace.

Dr. Emily Grace:
Just because I'll no longer be Toronto's coroner doesn't mean I'll cease being a doctor.

Lillian Moss:
Of course.

Dr. Emily Grace:
How are you progressing next door?

Lillian Moss:
Everything's packed up; only some final errands to see to.

Dr. Emily Grace:
Then, could I trouble you to pick up my dress from the seamstress.

Lillian Moss:
Of course. To think, in only a few days we'll be crossing the Atlantic for London, England. I cannot wait.

Dr. Emily Grace:
I love you.

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Dr. James Warwick:
I want to ask you a question. And before you answer it, I want you to search deeply into your heart and your soul. Your answer could be the key to your future with Taylor. Are you still in love with Brooke?

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Dr. John Watson:
Very pretty young woman crossing the street. And I think she may be coming here.

Sherlock Holmes:
Incidentally, I have glanced over your latest account of my work.

Dr. John Watson:
Oh, yes?

Sherlock Holmes:
Honestly, I cannot congratulate you upon it. Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science. Observation, deduction, a cold unemotional subject. You have attempted to tinge it with romanticism which has much the same effect as if you'd worked a love-story or an elopement into the fifth proposition of Euclid.

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Dr. Quarles:
What's wrong with you, little chap? Come on, Little Francis. I love you.

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Dr. Taylor Hayes Marone:
Just answer me. Do you still love Brooke?

Dominick Marone:
Taylor, it's not that simple.

Dr. Taylor Hayes Marone:
Please, don't do that. Just tell me the truth. Do you love her?

Dominick Marone:
Yes. Yes, I still love her.

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Dr. Taylor Hayes:
I am not in love with Rick! There is no way I am ever going to let anything like that happen. I am not going to cross that line ever. Okay, are we done here, you know? Because I've already said everything I can possibly say. You know, so you need to go rush back and give that report to Brooke. You can tell her that her son is forever safe from the evil clutches of Taylor.

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Dr. Taylor Hayes:
Rick, stop. We can't.

Rick Forrester:
Taylor, I told you. I cannot let you go.

Dr. Taylor Hayes:
We don't have a choice. My daughter is in love with you.

Rick Forrester:
Please, please, don't walk away from me.

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Dr. Taylor Hayes:
[to Phoebe's photograph] I don't know how I'm going to get through this. Do you know how much I love you? I'm going to miss you.

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Drunk Businessman:
[drunk and singing] Cigarettes, no sleep, no lights, no sound... Nothing to eat, no one to drink... Sometimes... all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you.

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Duncan:
[writing] Dear Wendy, Olive, Rhona, Natalie and Gemma. I hope you're happy. If that sounds sarcastic, it was meant to. What you've collectively done to me... [gets a new pen]

Duncan:
What you've collectively done to me... [gets another pen]

Duncan:
What you've collectively done to me is quite an achievement. Four years ago, I was happy to believe in a very simple concept. You might have heard of it, it's called LOVE. But thanks to the five of you, I now know that love is a lie, a myth specifically concocted to bring me as much pain and misery as possible. Wendy: were you ever really that interested in me, or was I merely a holiday while you and him went through a dull patch? Olive: almost everything I told you was a lie. Sorry about that. Rhona: who'd you think I was? If I was that wrong for you, then you really should have paid more attention at the start. Natalie: okay, so I know I've had enough of this one, but did you really want ME, or just someone? And Gemma: what should I say to you? I suppose I should forgive you. This is a suicide note, after all. Okay, I forgive you. But I don't want that to make you feel any better... I'm sure you'll all find someone. You might even think you're in love, but don't kid yourselves: we're all just playing out scenes we've seen in films, the only difference is that our stories have depressing endings. When real people walk towards a sunset, no music swells, no credits roll - they just get to the end of the beach, have a row, and walk back to the car. And that's depressing! In fact after reading this, you might feel your only option is to join me! And that's the one thing I wouldn't blame you for. Bye then: Duncan.

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Edna Spalding:
[seeing her daughter's doll at the dinner table] Possum, put that up now.

Royce Spalding:
Our Heavenly Father, bless this meal and all those who are about to receive it. Make us thankful for Your generous bounty, and Your unceasing love. Please remind us, in these hard times, to be grateful for what we have been given, and not to ask for what we can not have. And make us mindful of those less fortunate among us, as we sit at this table with all of Thy bounty. Amen.

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Elizabeth Lloyd Sherman:
[singing] Oh the days are gone when beauty bright my heart's chain wove, / When my dream of life from morn 'till night was love still love. / New hope may bloom and days may come of milder, calmer beam, / But there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream. / Oh there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

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Erica:
[voiceover, doing her radio show] I'm Erica Bain. And as *you* know, I walk the city. I bitch and moan about it. I walk and watch and listen, a witness to all the beauty and ugliness that is disappearing from our beloved city. Last week took me to the gray depths of the East River where Dmitri Panchenko swims his morning laps, like he has every morning since the 1960s. And today I walked by the acres of scaffolding outside what used to be the Plaza Hotel. And I thought about Eloise. Remember Kay Thompson's Eloise? Eloise who lived in the Plaza Hotel with her dog Weenie, and her parents were always away, and her English nanny who had eight hair pins made out of bones. That Eloise. The adored brat of my childhood. [indistinct overdubs for a few lines here]... li'l punk kids... Sid Vicious spewing beer from his teeth in the Chelsea Hotel... Andy Warhol, his sunglasses reflecting... Edgar Allan Poe, freeing live monkeys from the crates of a crumbling schooner on the oily slips of South Street. Stories of a city that is disappearing before our eyes, its people swept over the Williamsburg of those stories. So what are we left of those stories? Are we going to have to construct an imaginary city to house our memories? Because when you love something, every time a bit goes, you lose a piece of yourself. Where's Eloise going to sleep tonight? Can you hear her ghost wandering around the collapsing corridors of her beloved Plaza, trying to find her nanny's room? Calling out to the construction workers, in a voice that nobody hears, "Has anyone seen my turtle, Skipperdee?" This is Erica Bain, and you've been listening to Streetwalk, on WKNW.

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Ethan:
[retelling] So, we met at a party, and... it was magic. Within a half-hour we were driving up into this really nice neighborhood, and we were running down the stairs of some strangers back yard, and then we were swimming, and we were in love. What we didn't count on was that even though the lights were off, the owner of the home was there. And he came out screaming at us, and it was the greatest night of my life.

Ethan:
Ready?

Ethan, Sophie:
[they run and jump into the pool]

Ethan:
[continuing his story] So me idea was, you know, let's try and re-create that moment.

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Eve Cleary:
Peter, there you are. When you didn't come home last night I went to the hospital, I went to the Upstairs, I've been looking for you everywhere.

Dr. Peter Burns:
[drunk] So you killed someone?

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Dr. Peter Burns:
Huh? Yes? No? Cat got your tounge? Aren't you going to ask who told me? Aren't you going to say that it's a lie and, "oh Peter, I could never lie to the man I'm married to."

Eve Cleary:
Peter, it was an accident, I swear. I was 18-years-old and I was in high school.

Dr. Peter Burns:
With Amanda. I know. Kyle told me all about it last night. Is there anything you didn't lie to me about? Is Eve even your real name?

Eve Cleary:
I was going to tell you. I wanted to tell you so many times but I was scared.

Dr. Peter Burns:
Of what? That I would leave you, or that I would not love you anymore?

Eve Cleary:
Yes.

Dr. Peter Burns:
Well, you're right!

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Eve Whittle:
Let us start with a prayer.

Rosetta Price:
Great Spirit, we welcome you. Place a pyramid of protection over this building, and around every home represented here this evening. We ask our guides and the doorkeepers who help us to be with us during this meeting. We speak to you in love, and light, and truth, and leave ourselves in your loving hands. Eternity was yesterday, and is today, and continues forward forever.

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Fozzie Bear:
Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but the Muppets are thirty years old!

Waldorf:
[to Statler] That's okay with me. I love being thirty!

Statler:
You old fool, your pacemaker's older than that!

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Frederic Francois Chopin:
[PlayStation 3 version] [voiceover] Why? Why did it happen? Why was she destined to die? What crime could a girl like that have possibly committed to deserve such a grim fate? She was only 14. And during those brief 14 years, what did she do? Simply cherish a love of music and revel in her girlish dreams. I'll never forget her. Even if the cruel passage of time should wear the threads of memory so thin they break, I will always remember.