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[from trailer]

Sir Walter Raleigh:
We mortals have many weaknesses; we feel too much, hurt too much or too soon we die, but we do have the chance of love.

[from trailer]

Trailer V.O.:
CBS next Tuesday: a machine created to protect our lives...

Harold Finch:
[whispering urgently] They're always watching!

Trailer V.O.:
...has decided to take over our world.

Samaritan:
[as individual words flashing on screen] WHAT ARE YOUR COMMANDS

John Greer:
Launch official intelligence.

Root:
This is war.

Alvin Lee of "Ten Years After":
[slow singing on soundtrack accompanies violent-act visuals] I'd love to change the world

John Reese:
It's like old times.

Harold Finch:
Hardly.

Alvin Lee of "Ten Years After":
[simultaneously with next] But I don't know what to do

Trailer V.O.:
[simultaneously with previous] Person of Interest season premiere. Next Tuesday, 10, 9 Central.

[from trailer]

Viveca Hansen:
Run, Viveca! Run! Preserve your innocence, preserve your youth! Don't let him catch you!

Male narrator:
But she wasn't quick enough. She was raped, violated, brutally and viciously. This was the beginning of the end. Beaten and weeping, her virginity was lost forever. To her, nothing was sacred on the altar of lust. Viveca sought professional help. But even the psychiatrist couldn't help her.

Viveca Hansen:
I loved Don with all my heart. Our two bodies were as one.

Male narrator:
See love scenes photographed as never before. A young girl's innocent first love is soon to be corrupted. Who could suspect that this beautiful young woman's sexual drives would soon be perverted? An idyllic rhapsody of love interrupted by the strains of deviation and degeneracy! They knew all the delights of natural sex. They bared their souls upon the altar of lust. But one love was not yet enough. Don craved more!

Viveca Hansen:
My lover had taken another. They lay there, nude and shameless, restless in their passion. What could I do? I joined them and began to know the torments of unnatural sex drives.

Male narrator:
Rising to the heights of sexual extravagance, Viveca learned quickly what lust was all about. Her lover introduced her to the joys and sorrows of an uncontrolled passion that is lesbianism upon the newly-discovered altar of lust. Viveca met Linda at a party. They were irresistibly drawn towards one another.

Viveca Hansen:
What was it that made me so sexually irresistible? Even my psychiatrist succumbed.

Male narrator:
His couch became an altar of lust! There was an orgy of passion. Viveca became the catalyst of sex. All who knew her became attached to her. All sought and craved her body. Even Tania the belly-dancer was not immune! Who was this girl called Viveca? Be sure to see The Altar of Lust, an unforgettable erotic experience, coming soon to this theater!

[from trailer]

Zooni Ali Beg:
May my breath find shelter in your heart... / may me life be destroyed in your love.

[Fry and Colleen are riding the 2-D Tunnel of Love]

Philip J. Fry:
Wow, Colleen, you even look beautiful in *2*-D?

Colleen:
I do? But from your perspective, I'm just a line segment.

Philip J. Fry:
A really hot line segment.

[Gabe walks up to reception to Erin]

Gabe Lewis:
Erin, I am in love with you. I don't believe in much, okay? I don't believe in horoscopes. I don't believe in Christmas. I sure as hell don't believe in God.

Kelly Erin Hannon:
[whispers in shock] What?

Gabe Lewis:
Or maybe there's a God, I don't know. It's just not a guy with a long, white beard.

[Erin responds with a shocked expression]

Gabe Lewis:
Or it could be. It's possible that is exactly what God is. But for all of the disbelief, I believe in us. I believe in love. You have made me believe that for all of the hokum out there...

[the reception phone rings incessantly]

Gabe Lewis:
Do we not have voicemail?

Kelly Erin Hannon:
Dwight doesn't trust robots to give us our messages.

[Garak informs Kira about Odo's true condition]

Colonel Kira:
I love him, Garak; you think I really wouldn't notice?

Garak:
Why the pretense?

Colonel Kira:
Because I also know that he doesn't want me to find out about it. He wants to put up a brave front and protect me from the truth, well fine. If that's what makes this easier for him, if that gives him one last shred of dignity to hold on to, then I'll go on ignoring what's happening to him until the very end.

[Garrett's in a wheelchair]

Garrett Miller:
A son would be cool. I could teach him all of my tricks, we could race together, get him his own little chair.

Roland Jackson:
Garrett, you might get a son that can walk.

Garrett Miller:
I suppose I could still love him.

[Gary and Finola have just made love]

Gary Cooper:
So, OK, was it?

Finola Harcourt:
Gary, an English gentleman never asks if it was OK. He assumes his mere presence in the bed is enough to satisfy any wife, servant or Labrador.

[Gary blows some purple magic dust to make Amy and Cody levitating into the air like it's a love sequence]

Cody:
What is happening?

Amy:
[scoffs] I'm so sorry.

Cody:
Please don't kill me.

[Gary dresses up Cerberus for a beauty pageant show]

Cerberus #1:
Gary, I love it. I love it. Can we make it puffier up top? Does this read that I'm a pretty dog? And more bows. I'm a bigger dog, you know. I think we need more bows. Judges like bows.

Cerberus #2:
I feel like a technicolor trollop.

Cerberus #1:
I'm not gonna lose points because of your sh*tty temperament!

[Gary makes a pottery object for him to take a dump without no one else watching]

Claude:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop! Wait! Wait, wait! Stop! Gary!

Gary Bunda:
Claude?

[shows Claude hiding inside of Gary's butt]

Claude:
Stop sh***ing me out of your butt.

Gary Bunda:
C-Claude, you are not here.

Benji:
Hey, Gar!

Gary Bunda:
Benji! What are you doing down there?

Benji:
I'm here in case something happens to Claude. And this mission is way too important.

Ubuntu:
Hey, Gary.

Gary Bunda:
Ubuntu? Mission? What are you guys talking about?

Claude:
You're a plant. We hacked into St. Peter's book to get you up here so I could spy on their whole operation.

Gary Bunda:
I am not gonna do that with you, alright? God loves me. And his love is as pure and as white as Gwyneth Paltrow's belly button. And there's jerky here -- A sh*t ton of it.

Claude:
St. Peter!

Ubuntu:
St. Peter.

Claude:
This Gary is a fraud!

Gary Bunda:
Shut your mouth.

[Gary tries to slap his bottoms to shut Claude up]

Gary Bunda:
Yeah, how do you like that, huh, Claude? [laughs] Got you, Claude.

[Gary starts to disguise a blind person to rip Levi's eyes out]

Gary Bunda (as Blind Drummer):
Thirsty blind drummer, looking for sour refreshment.

Levi:
You're a drummer, too?

Gary Bunda (as Blind Drummer):
Who's there? Who's there?

Levi:
My name's Levi! This is my lemonade stand.

Gary Bunda (as Blind Drummer):
Yeah! I'd love to have some lemonade! Wow!

Levi:
Business has kind of cooled down.

Gary Bunda (as Blind Drummer):
It's cool to be blind! Because if I wasn't blind, I wouldn't of been the world's best drummer. Want to see?

Levi:
Oh, yes!

[Gary Bunda does the music by imitating the drums]

Gary Bunda (as Blind Drummer):
Yeah! Yeah, rock and roll, yeah!

Levi:
I'm a drummer, too.

Gary Bunda:
Are you, now? [sniffles] Do you want to take a look at my magical drumsticks? [pulls up scooping utensils]

Levi:
Wow, those sure are weird drumsticks, mister!

Gary Bunda (as Blind Drummer):
[voice breaking] You just keep your eyes open real wide so you can get a good look at them, okay?

[Gary uses one of Greg's supplies to disguise himself for true love]

Gary Bunda:
Okay, am I handsome? Am I handsome? How do I look?

[Gary turns into a kid]

Benji:
Hey, partner. I got some pogs here in my pocket. You guys still like pogs?

Gary Bunda (as kid):
Gross, Benji! It's Gary!

Benji:
Oh, sorry, Gary. Didn't know you were in there. [chuckles] I just was feeling a connection.

[Gary's friends help him to get his personality back]

Troy:
Relax! It's us! We're here to deprogram you.

Claude:
You really thought you'd be The Chosen One?

Gary Bunda:
[weird accent] I could by chosen.

Claude:
Nobody would ever choose you.

Dizzay:
But that's okay, buddy. We still love you. [puts the jumper cables on Gary's nipples to shock him]

Dizzay:
Hey, how -- How do you cut it off, um...?

Troy:
How did you turn it on? Do the opposite of that.

[Gaston meets with Monsieur D'Arque, the owner of the insane asylum to at his tavern]

Monsieur D'Arque:
I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night, but he said you'd make it worth my while. [Gaston presents him with a bag of money] Ah, I'm listening.

Gaston:
It's like this: I've got my heart set on marrying Belle. But she needs a little... persuasion.

Lefou:
[chuckles] Turned him down flat! [Gaston hits him]

Gaston:
Everyone knows her father's a lunatic! He was in here tonight, raving about a "Beast" in a "Castle"!

Monsieur D'Arque:
Maurice is harmless.

Gaston:
The point is, Belle would do anything to keep him from being locked up.

Lefou:
Yeah, even marry him! [points at Gaston; ducks when Gaston tries to hit him again]

Monsieur D'Arque:
So you want me to throw her father into the asylum unless she agrees to marry you? [Lefou nods eagerly] Oh, that is despicable. [chuckling evilly] I LOVE IT!

[General Campbell gives his retirement speech to the dinner table]

Lt. Gen. Joseph Campbell:
Thank you, all. As you know, my official retirement isn't until next week. But this here, now, tonight with you is my real retirement. Because you and I have known fear together, shed blood together, battled pain and suffering and all of their foot soldiers. We know there is no glamour in sudden death and that no one ever wins a war, and it is that knowledge that will bind us together forever. That, and a love for this country that no bayonet can pierce, no bullet shatter.

Lt. Gen. Joseph Campbell:
[the General holds up his drink] To you.

[George is talking about himself in the third person]

George Costanza:
I think it's time for George's lunch.

George Steinbrenner:
Yes, it is. Let's see what I got today. Ham and cheese again. And she forgot the fancy mustard. I love that fancy mustard. You could put that fancy mustard on a shoe and it would taste pretty good to me.

[Geraldine watches from a bush as a taxi pulls up in front of Harry's house. Harry comes outside as the taxi's right back door opens]

Rosie Kennedy:
[excited] Hey!

Harry Kennedy:
[kindly taking a large red bag] What time do you call this? [Harry puts the red bag in his house and comes outside again]

Rosie Kennedy:
Aww, come here. [Harry and Rosie hug each other] I just love you.

Harry Kennedy:
Right. I'm taking you for a walk. It's so romantic round here when you get the juices flowing.

Rosie Kennedy:
That's gorgeous isn't it?

[Ghostface is pursuing Tara at the hospital. While doing this, he notices an unconscious Richie's cell phone ringing. Ghostface turns on his voice changer and answers the call]

Sam:
Richie! Are you at the hospital?

Ghostface:
Hello, Samantha. Richie can't come to the phone right now. He's finding out what happens to people who stick their noses in a business that doesn't concern them.

Sam:
Please don't hurt him.

Ghostface:
I'll tell you what. You can choose. I'll only kill one.

Sam:
What? What? Tara!

Ghostface:
Who do you want to hear die?

Sam:
No, please! I'm begging you! Please don't hurt them!

Ghostface:
Really? You can't save your own sister? All you have to do is say, "Kill Richie". [Knocks Tara off her wheelchair]

Sam:
Tara! Don't hurt her! Please! Please! Please! I'm begging you!

Ghostface:
Or say, "Kill Tara". And I'll make sure to hit all the organs I missed last time.

Tara:
Fuck you!

Sam:
I'm begging you, please don't hurt her.

Ghostface:
Last chance to save one. Choose!

Sam:
Why are you doing this?

Ghostface:
You want to know why, Sam? Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch who can't even make a decision to save the life of someone you love. Maybe you're too weak for this franchise.

Sam:
Maybe you're right. Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, fuckhead!

[Sam and Dewey arrive and Dewey shoots, forcing Ghostface to flee]

[Gillian has just driven into the parking space that Caroline was about to reverse into. Caroline is furious and yells abuse to Gillian as they both walk towards the pub]

Caroline:
That was the most selfish, mindless piece of driving I have ever witnessed.

Gillian:
I won't be a minute, love, then you can have the space.

Caroline:
You could see I'd already got my reversing lights on. You could see that I'd already started manoeuvring.

Gillian:
Well if you keep your hair on I'll be less than sixty seconds.

Caroline:
Idiot!

Gillian:
Snotty bitch!

Caroline:
[to Celia] Mum. You all right.

Caroline:
[ingratiatingly, to Alan] You must be Alan. Thank you for staying with her till I got here. We're going to have to go. Some brain-dead, low-life, trailer-trash stole my parking space.

Alan:
[pointing to Gillian] You've met my daughter.

Gillian:
[smiling at Celia] Hello Celia. I've heard a lot about you. I've "met" Caroline.

Caroline:
[holding Alan's hand] Right, well, we've got some news for you. For both of you.

Celia, Alan:
[together] We're getting married.

[giving patient Tom his first sex experience as his sex therapist]

Dr. Melissa Dowler:
This is called a blowjob.

Tom:
Whatever it's called, it sure feels good.

Dr. Melissa Dowler:
I love to suck cock.

[Glenn asks Eugene a question after he gives him a scientific answer]

Glenn Rhee:
Why the hair?

Dr. Eugene Porter:
Because I like it. And no one is takin' a scissor or clipper to it anytime soon. Do you hear me, Ms. Espinosa?

Rosita Espinosa:
[Rosita laughs] Yes, loud and clear.

Dr. Eugene Porter:
Y'all can laugh all you want.

Maggie Greene:
No one was makin' fun.

Dr. Eugene Porter:
The smartest man I ever met happened to love my hair. My old boss, T. Brooks Ellis, the director of the Human Genome Project. He said my hair made me look like, and I quote, a fun guy, which I am. I just ain't Samson.

[suddenly there's a blow to the mini-bus]

[Glynis at her squeakiest!]

Ken Boon:
Glynis, where are you going?

Glynis:
Well it's Friday afternoon, Mr Boon.

Ken Boon:
I know it's Friday afternoon.

Glynis:
Well I always see my acupuncturist on Fridays.

Ken Boon:
Acupuncture?

Glynis:
Mmm. For my back. Oh, he's absolutely marvellous. After half an hour with one of his needles, I feel like a new woman.

Ken Boon:
Listen, love. Can't you arrange it for another day? I mean, Harry's left me here and I can't cope on my own.

Glynis:
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Boon, but I did tell Mr Crawford. I can't miss my appointment.

Ken Boon:
Well who's going to look after the reception?

Glynis:
He should have told you. I've got to go. I'll miss my bus. Otherwise, you know...