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[Mary Evans is admiring a magazine photo of Clark Gable]

Mary Evans:
Hmmmm. Oh, boy!

[Mary places the magazine photo against her face and pretends Gable is her lover. She speaks in an exaggerated voice]

Mary Evans:
Daaahling, how I love you my daaahling, I love you I do. [she puts the magazine down and returns to her normal voice]

Mary Evans:
It's getting late and I must scram.

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[Max is listening to Huey Lewis while playing with miniature robots and watching a screen showing the very basics of humans kissing and making love]

Dr. Daniel:
[over the intercom] Max.

[Max switches from the video to the scanners]

Dr. Daniel:
Max?

Max 404:
Yes, Dr. Daniel?

Dr. Daniel:
Max, what is that noise?

[Max turns off the music]

Max 404:
I was doing some research, Sir.

Dr. Daniel:
On what?

Max 404:
[sounding a bit panicky] Earth. The twentieth century.

Dr. Daniel:
Have you logged in, Max?

Max 404:
Uh... no... but, I was...

Dr. Daniel:
Then do it now, Max, and make sure we have shut down for the night.

Max 404:
Yes, Sir.

Dr. Daniel:
I don't want to be disturbed.

Max 404:
Good night, Dr. Daniel.

Dr. Daniel:
Good night, Max.

Max 404:
Oh, and Doctor?

["Blip" sound. No answer. Max sighs before logging in]

Max 404:
Fifteen October, 2036, 0100 hour log-in. As usual... there's nothing to report. Radar reveals a Hermes CP-247... passing... as usual. And that's it.

Max 404:
[dispiritedly] This is Max, signing out.

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[Mike finds his secretary doing calisthenics in his office]

Michael Shayne:
Angel, what are you doing?

Phyllis Hamilton:
My beauty exercises, Mike.

Michael Shayne:
You don't need to do that.

Phyllis Hamilton:
Oh, no? With all those dizzy blondes throwing themselves at you, I'm not taking any chances. Besides, I want you to love me when I'm old and gray.

Michael Shayne:
Why should a couple of years make a difference? Anyway, I'm allergic to blondes. Can I help it if I'm irresistible?

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[Paula has brought Sam to her home]

Priscilla Powers:
Aagh! Paula, how could you do this?

Paula Powers:
Come on, mom, PLEASE don't be so dramatic!

Priscilla Powers:
I have been planning for months the weddings of you and Collins Hedgeworth.

Paula Powers:
No, mother! He didn't ask me, he asked *you*!

Bigby Powers:
Shut up, young lady! Just sit down and sit your lips. You are engaged to Collins Hedgeworth.

Bigby Powers:
[to Sam] Did you know, that she was engaged to Collins Hedgeworth?

Sam Freeman:
Sir, I realize, that there is a conflict, but...

Bigby Powers:
[to Priscilla] You see, he understands...

Bigby Powers:
[to Sam] You are the comflict, jackass!

Sam Freeman:
Mr. Powers, we are in love. And I think, that it should be fair, if you were invited to the wedding, that's all!

Bigby Powers:
Get out of my manshion!

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[Smithers raps on the men's room door at the power plant]

Smithers:
Come on, Simpson! Open up, we know you're in there!

[no answer; Smithers motions to two goons, who break the door down; the bathroom is apparently empty, but Smithers looks carefully, and points to a stall]

Smithers:
Hmm... that one.

[the goons kick open the stall, revealing Homer standing in the toilet bowl]

Homer Simpson:
Someone's in here!

[as the goons drag him out]

Homer Simpson:
NO! NOOOOOO! AH! NO! OH, FOR THE LOVE OF...! NOOOOO!

Smithers:
Boy, I never saw a man so desperate to get out of five minutes of calisthenics.

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[Stink turns, holding a large snake]

Sterling 'Stink' Patterson:
Put them way down in the sheets so they can't slip it out.

Bartholomew 'Bart' James:
I can't believe I let you talk me into this.

Sterling 'Stink' Patterson:
Trust the gagmeister. Girls love to be grossed out.

Bartholomew 'Bart' James:
Really?

Parker:
What about the new girl? The one who arrived last night.

Sterling 'Stink' Patterson:
Time for a little Sussex welcome.

[Fitz sings an innapropriate song]

Mouse "Fitz" Fitzgerald:
[singing] I love little pussy. Her coat is so warm and if I--

[Five years after it came out, the results of the best Homestar Runner Halloween costume of 2001 are in and the winner is Strong Bad. He is very thrilled. He goes up onto the podium and says his thank-you speech]

Strong Bad:
Guess who won? I won a game, a-da-dah! Ba-da-da-da-dah! I won the game tonight at the award ceremony! Oh yeah! First I want to thank The Cheat for helping me to cheat.

[sees The Cheat in tears and waving to him; Strong Bad waves back]

Strong Bad:
We did it, little buddy! And I want to thank my agent Bubs; Bubs, my producer; my director, Bubs; and of course, my super-hot girlfriend, who just recently got sucked into a wormhole, so she's probably in some other dimension... right now. I did it for you, baby! I'm out, peace, love!

[Flint and the gang are walking in the Breakfast Bog, getting close to the FLDSMDFR.]

Flint:
Almost there. The FLDSMDFR should be across this syrup bog.

Brent:
[awed] This is syrup? Syrup is my favorite. [smacks a mosquitoast] Darn mosquitoasts!

Chester:
Don’t worry, man baby. They, like all the other abominable food monsters, will soon be no more.

Sam:
Wait, Flint! What if we’re making... a big mistake?

Flint:
Mistake?

Sam:
About shutting off the FLDSMDFR. Some of these creatures... They’re incredible!

Chester:
Incredibly dangerous! We were just attacked by a giant Tacodile!

Flint:
He’s right, Sam. I mean, we were almost eaten by a Cheese Spider.

Sam:
It doesn’t mean we have to destroy all of them. Some of the food’s actually been... friendly.

Manny:
It is true. The dessert creatures are especially sweet.

Flint:
Okay. Maybe we– [Barb smacks him] Ow! (Why'd you do that for?!)

Barb:
Mosquitoast... was gonna bite you.

Chester:
See? Even the tiniest creatures are attacking us.

Sam:
The only reason they're biting is because of the drop of barometric pressure. Bugs do that before a storm. [refers to the storm clouds] And by the look of those nimbostratus clouds–

Chester:
Miss Sparks, we are not talking about the weather. [hits Flint in the tracking helmet] We are talking about food here. Dangerous food that does not have human emotion.

Flint:
[A mosquitoast landed on his nose and Chester flicks it out] Ow!

Chester:
Food that is not friendly! [slaps Flint in the face and holds his helmet] FOOD THAT CANNOT LOVE!! [slaps Flint's again and pinched his lips]

Sam:
Flint, we should be studying the food animals, not killing them. What if he's wrong?

[beat]

Chester:
[to Flint] The choice is yours, son - live up to your full potential or walk away and let the food monsters destroy Lady Liberty.

Flint:
Sam, finding that FLDSMDFR and saving the world... That's what matters.

Sam:
[shocked and hurt] Really? Our opinion doesn't matter?

Flint:
Of course it does! Yes! Yes, it matters, but... just... just not right now.

Brent:
Uh, oh!

Earl:
Wrong answer!

Steve:
Toast!

Sam:
[angry] Yeah!? [takes the drawn vest sticky note off the drawing of Sparkswood] Well, I guess this doesn't matter, either, young Lockwood. (Does it?!) [pins the sticky note on Flint’s shirt] (You know what?) I’ll just... see you back on the boat. [drops the drawing on the syrup and storms off... well, sort of]

Flint:
(Oh, man.) Wait, Sam! Wait, please! No! No. Sam, come back! Come back, Sam, no! No, Sam, Sam, Sam! Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam…!! (Oh, boy.) Hey, Earl, would you talk to her?

Earl:
[sternly] You bet I will. Hey, Sam, wait for me! [follows Sam]

Manny:
Adios, sayonara. Goodbye, Señor Lockwood. [leaves]

Brent:
[sadly] Bye, Flint. [leaves as well]

Steve:
Steve! [hops onto Manny]

Flint:
Et tu, Steve? [his friends leave him on his own with Chester] What just happened? [picks up the drawing from the syrup]

Chester:
You have made the right choice, son. (Now, let's go find your machine.) [to his sentinels] Sentinels, keep them... safe. [grins evilly as he walks off with Flint and Barb while the sentinels march after the gang]

[Florinda moans about her miserable life with Esteban.]

Florinda:
Do you realize… that we only make love 12 times a year?

Don Diego:
Once a month is not too bad!

Florinda:
I mean, 12 times in one night! And then, for the rest of the year — nothing!

Don Diego:
Tell me… on that one night… does he eat anything especial? Oysters? Raw eggs?

Florinda:
Garlic. A lot of garlic.

Don Diego:
Ah!

Florinda:
Diego, darling! Why didn't I marry you instead of him?

Don Diego:
Perhaps because he asked you and I did not.

[Foley continues taunting Mayo, and calls him out on why he joined the course]

Foley:
You only give a shit about yourself. All your classmates know it. Do you think they would trust you behind the controls of a plane? You'd probably zip off in my F-14 and sell it to the Cubans.

Mayo:
No, sir! No, sir! I love my country.

Foley:
Sell it to the Air Force, Mayo. Sell it to the Air Force! [moves to his head] Talk to me. Now why would a slick hustler like you sign up for this abuse?

Mayo:
I want to fly jets.

Foley:
My grandmama wants to fly jets.

Mayo:
I wanted it since I was a kid!

Foley:
We're not talking about flying. We're talking about character!

Mayo:
I've changed. I've changed since I've been here.

Foley:
The hell you have.

Mayo:
I've changed, sir!

Foley:
No, you've just polished your act a little bit. You just shined it up! [moves up to concrete slab and looks down on Mayo] Now tell me what I want to hear. I want your DOR.

Mayo:
No sir.

Foley:
I want your DOR.

Mayo:
I ain't going to quit.

Foley:
Spell it! D-O-R.

Mayo:
I ain't gonna quit!

Foley:
Yeah then you can be free, and you and your daddy can get drunk and go whore-chasing together!

Mayo:
No, sir!

Foley:
DOR.

Mayo:
I ain't going to quit!

Foley:
Alright then, you can forget it! [tries to leave] You're OUT!

Mayo:
Don't you do it! Don't! You... I GOT NOWHERE ELSE TO GO! I got nowhere else to g... I got nothin' else.

Foley:
All right Mayo, on your feet.

[Following his brain surgery, Chester is having severe memory problems]

Chester:
It's all lost to me. My past, my future... it's all gone! I try. I try so hard to remember. I can't. I'm so afraid if I don't remember soon, you'll have me put away. You've all been so good to me. I must have been some guy to have such a beautiful bunch of people love me the way you do.

Jessica:
Chester.

Chester:
It's agony. To know I have a wonderful son and daughters and a wife and not know who they are. Sometimes, I swear... it's almost too much to bear.

Jessica:
Oh, Chester. I just know that someday you'll remember.

Chester:
Remember what?

[foreign film dub]

Drew Carey:
[speaks mock Swedish]

Ryan Stiles:
[translating] I love you, but I've had too many meatballs!

[Frank is interrogating Nordberg about the source of his incident, while Nordberg is only partly conscious from anesthesia, which Frank is incompetently unaware of]

Frank:
Nordberg, it's me, Frank. Now, who did this to you?

Det. Nordberg:
[half-consciously] I... love... you.

Frank:
I love you, too, Nordberg. Who were they?

Det. Nordberg:
[half-consciously] Ship... boat.

Frank:
That's right, Nordberg. A boat. Now, when you're better, we'll go sailing together on a boat. We'll take a cruise just like last year.

Det. Nordberg:
[half-consciously] No... Drugs...

Frank:
Hey, Nurse! Quick! Give this man some drugs! Quick! Can't you see he's in pain? Give him a shot quickly!

[nurse administers drugs]

Det. Nordberg:
No... no...

[pulls Frank towards him]

Det. Nordberg:
[half-consciously] Heroin... Heroin, Frank!

Frank:
Uh, Nordberg... that's a pretty tall order. You're gonna have to give me a couple of days on that one.

[Frank recalls a prior love]

Frank:
I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was.

[Frasier is being bailed out after being arrested for soliciting a prostitute]

Dr. Frasier Crane:
Dad, you don't understand. All that happened was...

Crystal:
[obviously a man] Bye, Dr. Crane, sorry I got you arrested.

Dr. Frasier Crane:
Oh, that's all right, Crystal, these things happen.

[turns to Martin and Niles]

Dr. Frasier Crane:
He had a wig on!

Martin Crane:
You're my son and I love you.

Dr. Frasier Crane:
Oh, will you stop saying that?

[Frasier tries to comfort Daphne who's unhappy with her love life]

Frasier:
I know how bleak these times can be, but believe me, they will come to an end sometime or later. I remember a time back in Boston, I was going through exactly what you're going through now. Just a week later I met a lovely barmaid, sophisticated if a bit loquacious. We fell madly in love and we got engaged... 'course, she left me standing at the altar. But the point is, I didn't give up. I took my poor battered heart and handed it to Lilith... who put it in her little Cuisinart and hit the pur?e button. But I rebounded! And look how far I've come. I'm divorced, lonely, and living with my father.

[Fred places Jenny's suitcase in the car, while Trixie, Cynthia, Sr. Monica Joan, Sr. Evangelina, and Sr. Julienne gather to say goodbye]

Sister Monica Joan:
[quoting Leigh Hunt's poem] Jenny kissed me when we met, jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get. Sweets into your list put that in!

Sister Evangelina:
You make sure you eat three square meals a day and a proper breakfast. I have my spies. Hear me?

Cynthia Miller:
We will write often. And you must write, too.

Trixie Franklin:
Yes. We want to hear every titbit of enthralling news from the Motherhouse!

[Cynthia, Trixie, and Jenny embrace, as Sr. Winifred rushes out of the house]

Sister Winifred:
We've had a call from Joy Higgins in Orient Buildings. Looks like baby's on the way!

Trixie Franklin:
I should go. I'm first on call.

Sister Winifred:
Oh! You stay and wave Nurse Lee off.

Cynthia Miller:
You sure?

Sister Winifred:
Never more so.

[Sr. Winifred leaves, as Sr. Julienne takes Jenny's hands]

Sister Julienne:
May you find peace, my dear.

[Fred helps Jenny get inside the car. Sr. Monica Joan leans through the open window]

Sister Monica Joan:
[quoting Leigh Hunt's poem] Say I'm weary, say I'm sad. Say that health and wealth have missed me. Say I'm growing old, but add Jenny kissed me.

[Sr. Monica Joan kisses Jenny's hand. Sr. Evangelina leads Monica Joan away from the car. As the car drives away, the group on the steps wave goodbye]

Mature Jenny:
[narrating] The doors to Nonnatus House were still wide open but my heart had closed. All I could do was try to keep living until I felt alive again.

[Fred's wife has brought in a young baby when she visits Fred in prison]

Fred:
How old is he now, my love?

Fred's wife:
Eight months, dearest.

[Fred looks suspicious and counts on his fingers]

Fred:
But I've been in here nearly two years.

[Fred's wife smiles sweetly]

Fred's wife:
Oh yes, Fred. But you sent me some *lovely* letters.

[Freddy walks at Lisa who has a knife]

Lisa:
Jesse, help.

Freddy Krueger:
[Freddy yells] There is no Jesse. I'm Jesse now!

Lisa:
Get away from me! Get away from me!

Jesse Walsh:
[Freddy speaks in Jesse's voice] Kill me, Lisa. Please, kill me.

Freddy Krueger:
[Freddy laughs, screaming] Come on, Lisa. Kill him - Kill him!

Jesse Walsh:
[Lisa begins to stab Freddy's shoulder, as Freddy chuckles, talking in Jesse's voice] I love you, Lisa.

[Frederic comes upon a group of maidens rolling up their stockings to go wading.]

Frederic:
Stop, ladies, pray!

Maidens:
A man!

...

Frederic:
Oh, is there not one maiden here / Whose homely face and bad compexion / Have caused all hope to disappear / Of ever gaining man's affection? / Of such a one, if such there be, / I swear by Heaven's arch above you, / If you will cast your eyes on me, / However plain you be, I'll love you...

...

Mabel Stanley:
Poor wandering one, though you have surely strayed, / Take heart of grace, thy steps retrace, poor wandering one... / Poor wandering one, if such poor love as mine / Can help you find true peace of mind, / Why, take it, it is thine!

[from 'The Word of the Day']

Miss Carol:
Okay, Angelica, I'm relying on you. Tell everyone the new fun phrase. What does Miss Carol think of her kids?

Angelica:
She thinks, um, we're all little...

[Angelica mutters as her parents try to make her not say the bad word]

Miss Carol:
[loses it in anger] Okay, Angelica. If you love Miss Carol at all, you will tell us right now: *what does Miss Carol think of her kids*?

Angelica:
[inhales, shouts] She think we're all little...

[the last word is blocked from Charlotte's terrified scream]

Andrew 'Drew' Pickles:
[blocks his eyes in shock] Oh, no!

[from TV, Didi, Lou, and Stu go shocked]

Miss Carol:
That's it! Get her out! Get her out of here!

Angelica:
But that's what you said! But you said it, Miss Carol!

Miss Carol:
[hysterically, throws the microphone] You're right! You're right, you know that? You're right! I have said it before and I will say it again! [laughs evilly] *You're all little*...

[scene cuts to a screen of a test pattern as two camera workers go alarmed and look at each other]

Angelica:
See? See? She did say it!

[from a TV Spot]

Winnie:
Dennis I love you

[knocks him to the floor]

Winnie:
ZING

Dennis:
[gets to his feet] Hi Winnie

Winnie:
[climbs onto his head] I just love your yummy strawberry locks

[lifts him over her head and throws him onto the floor]

Winnie:
ZING... ZING!

Dennis:
Woahh

[laughs as she licks him]

[from Tasha's holographic message]

Lt. Tasha Yar:
What I want you to know is how much I loved my life, and those of you who shared it with me. You are my family. You all know where I came from, and what my life was like before. But Starfleet took that frightened, angry young girl and tempered her. I have been blessed with your friendship and your love.