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[Hans and a weakened Anna lean in to kiss. But then Hans stops and smiles maliciously]

Hans:
Oh, Anna. If only there was someone out there who loved you. [gets up and leaves]

Anna:
[shocked] What...? [turns to see him walking to a window] Y-you said you did.

Hans:
[closing the curtains] As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn't stand a chance. I knew I'd have to marry into the throne somewhere...

Anna:
What-what are you talking about?

Hans:
[puts out a candle] As heir, Elsa was preferable, of course, but no one was getting anywhere with her. But you...

Anna:
Hans?

Hans:
You were so desperate for love, you were willing to marry me, just like that! [picks up a pitcher of water and goes to the fireplace] I figured after we married, I'd have to stage a little accident for Elsa.

[He pours water onto the fire, extinguishing it. Anna reaches out to stop him, but collapses onto the floor]

Anna:
Hans, no! Stop!

Hans:
But then she doomed herself, and you were dumb enough to go after her.

Anna:
Please...

Hans:
[chuckles] All that's left now is to... kill Elsa and bring back summer.

Anna:
[angrily] You're no match for Elsa.

Hans:
No, you're no match for Elsa. [puts on his glove] I, on the other hand, am the hero who's going to save Arendelle from destruction. [walks to the door]

Anna:
[angrily yet weakly] You won't get away with this!

Hans:
Oh... I already have.

[He leaves, locking the door behind him. Anna tries to open the door but is too weak as she continues to freeze.]

Anna:
Please! Somebody help! Oh! [The rest of her hair turns white, she shivers] Please...

[Harold and Kumar are falling.]

Harold Lee:
Fuck!

Kumar Patel:
I don't wanna die!

Harold Lee:
Kumar!

Kumar Patel:
What?!

Harold Lee:
I have the parachute! Come over here!

Kumar Patel:
How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!

Harold Lee:
Swim!

[Harold and Kumar swim towards each other.]

Kumar Patel:
Holy shit! It's fucking working!

[Harold and Kumar grab onto each other.]

Kumar Patel:
I love you, dude!

[Harold and Kumar turn around and see Fox, who has also fallen out of the cargo plane, shooting at them with a revolver.]

Kumar Patel:
Oh, shit!

Harold Lee:
Don't worry about him! I have an idea!

Kumar Patel:
What?!

[Harold deploys the parachute, with Kumar hanging onto him.]

Ron Fox:
[While falling to his death] FUCK YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!

[Harold gives Ana bags of flour and confesses his love for her.]

Harold Crick:
Miss Pascal, I've been odd and I... I know that I've been odd. And... I want you.

Ana Pascal:
What?

Harold Crick:
There are so many reasons, so many influences in my life that are telling me, at times quite litterally, that I should have come here and bring you these. But... but I'm doing this because I want you.

Ana Pascal:
You want me?

Harold Crick:
In no uncertain terms.

Ana Pascal:
Isn't there some very... clearer and established... rule about... fraternization?

Harold Crick:
Auditor/ auditee protocol?

Ana Pascal:
Yeah!

Harold Crick:
Yeah, but I don't care.

Ana Pascal:
Why?

Harold Crick:
Because I want you.

[Harry is mending fences between his ex-girlfriend and her estranged husband]

Harry Stone:
Sheldon, you work hard, right?

Sheldon:
Yeah.

Harry Stone:
To make money, so she'll have things.

Sheldon:
Yeah.

Harry Stone:
So she'll have security, and she'll be proud of you.

Sheldon:
Yeah!

Harry Stone:
[to Leslie] And you hate his hours.

Leslie:
Right!

Harry Stone:
Because he's important to you, and you wish you were important to him.

Leslie:
Yeah.

Harry Stone:
And you miss him, and you wish he didn't have to work so hard.

Leslie:
Yeah!

Harry Stone:
So what we have here is a husband who wants his wife to have everything, and a wife who wants him more than anything he can give her. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you two were in love.

[Harry wakes up in the hospital wing, puts on his glasses, and smiled to see his presents on the table]

Dumbledore:
Good afternoon, Harry. [sees candies and cards on table] Ah, tokens from your admirers.

Harry:
Admirers?

Dumbledore:
What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows. Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.

Harry:
Ron was here? Is he alright? What about Hermione?

Dumbledore:
Fine. They're both just fine.

Harry:
But what happened to the Stone?

Dumbledore:
Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it was best, all around.

Harry:
But, then Flamel... he'll die, won't he?

Dumbledore:
He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.

Harry:
How is it I got the Stone, Sir? One minute I was standing in the Mirror, and the next...

Dumbledore:
Ah, you see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.

Harry:
Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?

Dumbledore:
Ah, I'm afraid... there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? [Harry shakes his head] It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark. [Harry reaches up to touch his scar] No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.

Harry:
What is it?

Dumbledore:
[smiling] Love, Harry. Love. [walks back to the table] Ah, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. [picks it up] I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee. [eats one bean] Mm, alas. Earwax.

[Harry smiles]

[having "the talk" about sex with his son]

Bill Engvall:
We were having our little talk, I said "son, when you finally meet this girl, whoever she is, and you fall in love, and you think you might do it." I go, "you gotta swear to me, right now, that you will always use a condom." I said "it prevents diseases, it prevents unwanted pregnancies", and he's kind of looking at me funny, and I said "you know what a condom is, right?" And he goes

Bill Engvall:
[scoff] "Yeah."

Bill Engvall:
I go, "all right." I go "why don't you tell me? So I know you know." And go he goes "dad!" I go "come on." And he goes "a condom... is a rubber thing shaped like a weiner that hums."

[laughter]

Bill Engvall:
[trying not to laugh] You've been in mama's sock drawer, haven't you?

[laughter]

Bill Engvall:
Oh, my wife loves that joke. She goes "why do you do that joke? You know I don't have one of those." I go "I know that... just figured if you kept hearing it..."

[laughter]

[having a father-daughter talk while driving]

Carmen:
Where are we going?

George:
I just want to talk. And the first thing I want to say is I should've punished Max a lot more than I did.

Carmen:
[sarcastically] Well, I should call the newspaper. "George Lopez Admits When He's Wrong."

George:
[murmur] Be the adult, be the adult.

George:
Ok look, maybe I went easier on Max because I know why he peeped. I was a boy. I get that. I don't get you anymore. I did when you were a little girl 'cause you were just like a little boy except you never got caught on your zipper.

Carmen:
Well, I'm not a little boy or a little girl anymore. I'd like a little privacy. And I'd like some respect.

George:
That's fair.

Carmen:
And I'd like my feelings listened to.

George:
Ooh, that's a tough one.

Carmen:
Why?

George:
Because everything's a crisis with you. There are no small problems.

George:
I'm on overload, Carmen. I mean, I thought teenagers were supposed to lock themselves in their rooms and never talk to their parents. I was kinda looking forward to that.

Carmen:
Well, I'm sorry I tell you all my problems.

George:
No, you shouldn't be. I have to get better at this.

George:
Look, I promise to start listening to your feelings if you promise not to have so MANY of them.

Carmen:
Deal.

George:
And don't ever think I love Max more than I love you. 'Cause that's not right.

Carmen:
[voice breaking] Okay.

George:
Why are you crying?

Carmen:
I'm happy.

George:
[voice breaking] I got you this cellphone to make up for everything. Stop crying.

Carmen:
[crying] Oh my god. It's a cellphone! (hugs George)

[to the car beside him at the light]

George:
[crying] Hey, what are you looking at? We're feeling in here!

George:
Go, man! The light's green.

[having been arranged as an "escort" to a visiting Japanese businessman by a photographer]

Manny:
There is no way I'm going to the casino, alright? Now look, you have given me everything that money can buy. Yes, I've slept on satin sheets, I've eaten crinkle-cut chips from a silver bowl, I've been driven all over town in minicabs. But there are some things that money can't buy. Like the love I found in a little bookshop off Russell Square. Yes, love. You know, not, well, not love so much more... more... freedom! You know, fre... well, not really freedom, more a largeness of heart. Well, not really a largeness of heart... or freedom... or love. But I was never contractually obliged to sleep with foreign businessmen, alright? And that is not nothing, that is something.

[having incapacitated Batman with a gasgun, the ninja Kyodai Ken raises his sword to strike, when a batarang thrown by Robin knocks his sword away]

Robin:
Listen, dipstick, Batman's my pal. He can be a major jerk, but you gotta love him. And NOBODY tries to fillet him when I'M around.

Kyodai Ken:
[to Batman] Another time, then.

[runs off]

[Hela approaches to Thor, who is sitting in Odin's throne]

Thor:
Sister.

Hela:
[smiling evilly] You're still alive.

Thor:
I love what you've done with the place. Redecorating, I see.

Hela:
It seems our father's solution to every problem was to cover it up.

Thor:
Or to cast it out. [Hela's mouth twists in fury] He told you you were worthy. He said the same thing to me.

Hela:
You see, you never knew him, not at his best. [nostalgic sighs] Odin and I drowned entire civilizations in blood and tears. Where do you think all this gold came from? [dismissive] And then one day he decided to become a benevolent king. To foster peace, to protect life. [venomously] To have you.

Thor:
I understand why you're angry. And you are my sister, and technically have a claim to the throne. And believe me, I would love for someone else to rule. But it can't be you. You're just the worst.

Hela:
Okay. Get up. You're in my seat. [puts on her headdress]

Thor:
[stands up] You know, Father once told me that a wise king never seeks out war.

Hela:
But must always be ready for it!

[The two charge and fight]

[Helene is auditioning for "A Streetcar named Desire," but she reads the lines stiltedly]

Doris:
With a little feeling. Now, pretend that George is Stanley, and that you love him very passionately.

[George smiles flirtatiously - in a rugged, manly way, of course]

Doris:
On second thought, just try to imagine Stanley. Now, let's take it from where we left off.

[George frowns at Doris, then looks down at the desk, deflated]

[Henry answers the front door while holding his engagement ring for Ellie]

Golda:
Oh, Henry, you shouldn't have!

Henry Dimsdale:
I didn't.

Golda:
I know, but I love to watch a coward squirm.

[Hercules finds a train on its way to New York]

Hercules:
I love big cities! Crowds, merrymaking, excitement: the good life! I shall go too! Hercules commands it!

[Here at the witness room. Melina and her plaintiff Belinda Collins sitting quietly. Coming from outside, Ms. Wodjack and her two defendants Gordon Reeve and Eric Simms has arrived at the witness room, have a seat, talk, and make the offer]

Melina Paros:
What's your offer?

Ms. Wodjack:
Mr. Collins made 40,000 a year when he was let go. Assuming he remain healthy, he had another 10 years of earnings. Had lost of love and affection, we're rounded up to 500,000. Present value at 385.

Melina Paros:
Belinda?

Belinda Collins:
Okay. On one condition, I want you to go on TV and take responsibility for what you did. I want you to say that what you did was immoral.

Eric Simms:
Mrs. Collins, I can't allow Gordon to do that. Even if he wanted, will be inviting losses from every person who didn't like what we put on the air.

Belinda Collins:
Then I reject your offer.

[Belinda declines the offer. Ms. Wodjack is taking Eric Simms outside and leave. While Melina is outside the witness room, waiting for Belinda, but Gordon Reeve want to owe Belinda an apology of how Gordon feel, ashamed and terrible about what happened to Belinda's late husband Bill Collins]

Gordon Reeve:
Mrs. Collins, I want you to know that, I feel terrible about what happened to your husband, and... if I had to do over it, I wish I'd done something.

Belinda Collins:
Why didn't you say that under oath?

[Belinda is leaving with Melina and Gordon will be alone]

[Hiro has saved Charlie's life]

Charlie Andrews:
Hiro, 300,000 people die every single day - young, old, there are accidents, murders. Why am I any different? Why do I get to live?

Hiro Nakamura:
Because I love you.

Charlie Andrews:
Then that's just selfish.

[Hoedown - Scary Wives]

Wayne Brady:
Oh I got married about a year ago. I'm as happy as can be, I think you all should know. But my wife, I'm glad I did marry. Except in the morning, she looks like Drew Carey.

Drew Carey:
Well, Wayne gets worried about his little wife, cause she is the love of his life. But every night, just about three, Oh, Wayne, She's out with me.

[Wayne's mouth drops, and then they dance]

[Hoh-Hoh steals Sunshine's purse]

Sunshine:
Oh, he's got my certs! Oh, look how cute he is. I want to pet him with my lips and hair.

Frank:
Hoh-Hoh, this is the woman you need to get into, okay? Here's some finger condoms for your little root, and --

[Hoh-Hoh bites Frank's hand and runs away]

Frank:
OW!

Sunshine:
[sighs] Usually apaches are all over me. I know you want to make a love connection. I'm sorry. I'm a go home...unless you want to hang out.

Frank:
F*** you! Get up there and mount that anal-mal's ass!

[holding the skull of his long-dead bride]

Vindici:
Thou sallow remnant of my poisoned love. My study's ornament, thou shell of death, once the bright face of my betrothed lady. When life and beauty naturally filled out these ragged imperfections, then 'twas a face so far beyond the shine of any woman's bought complexion.

[Holly's place is trashed after 3 weeks of neglect. Garbage everywhere. She doesn't notice, because she is singing along with movie musicals. She's wearing an old rolled-up shirt of Gerry's and his boxer pants]

Holly Kennedy:
[singing along with Judy Garland:] And never a new love will be the same / Good riddance, good-bye!

[She turns and finds her mother and friends have opened her front door with birthday party gifts. They stare at each other in shock. Holly clicks off the TV. Her mother, Patricia, is aghast; her sister, Ciara, is grinning hopefully; Denise and Sharon are mortified. Ciara and Denise rally enough to applaud Holly's singing performance. There are assorted cries of Happy Birthday and whistles]

Ciara:
You're thirty!

John McCarthy:
[John enters] Hey, Holly, these keep falling out of your mailbox. [He stops and frowns] What is that smell?

Holly Kennedy:
I wasn't expecting company. Mom! Don't clean.

Patricia:
I'm not. I'll just organize the garbage.

Denise Hennessey:
We did try to call, first.

Sharon McCarthy:
Are you drunk?

Holly Kennedy:
[defensively] No.

Ciara:
[cheerily] Do you wanna be?

Patricia:
Ciara. [to Holly, referring to a tiny bandage on her forehead] What happened to your head?

Holly Kennedy:
Pimple.

Patricia:
You're not showering?

Denise Hennessey:
[Helpfully] Well, you always squeeze it too hard.

John McCarthy:
What is that smell?

Holly Kennedy:
It's me! All right?

Sharon McCarthy:
Hey, hey. Don't be like that.

Holly Kennedy:
[Almost in tears] Like what?

Sharon McCarthy:
Like the only lonely widow in Gotham City.

Holly Kennedy:
I'm not, just... really exhausted!

Denise Hennessey:
Yeah, well [nodding at the TV] , what are you doing, two shows a night?

[Holmes interviews Simza]

Madame Simza Heron:
If you have a specific question, hold it in your mind.

Sherlock Holmes:
Hmm. [Simza picks up her cards] Um... [points to his head to indicate that he is holding a question down in his mind] Hold it.

Madame Simza Heron:
Let me know when you're ready.

Sherlock Holmes:
Actually, I'd prefer to read your fortune. [takes Simza's cards and flips through them] Temperance. [sets a card down on the table] Inverted. Indicative of volatility. A woman who has recently taken comfort in drink. From what does she seek solace? What does she not wish to see?

Madame Simza Heron:
A fool embarassing himself?

Sherlock Holmes:
[smirks] Ah, yes. The fool. [puts down another card that says "Le Fou"] Someone has been led astray, involved in something without their knowledge.

Madame Simza Heron:
Not bad, but, um, you have to make me believe you. I have to see it in your eyes.

Sherlock Holmes:
Right, I can do better. [sets another card down] The two of cups: a powerful bond. But between whom? A brother and sister, perhaps? [Simza looks at Holmes, realizing what his words mean] And I see a name. Yes, it's.... "Rene".

Madame Simza Heron:
What do you want?

Sherlock Holmes:
The Devil. [Places a Devil card on top of the other cards]

Madame Simza Heron:
Why are we playing this game? [Holmes pulls out of his jacket the letter he snatched from Irene at the auction house; Simza examines it] Where did you get this?

Sherlock Holmes:
I stole it from a woman at an auction room, but I believe it was intended for you. [Simza unfolds the paper inside the envelope, revealing a sketch of Rene's face; Simza reads the letter on the other side]

Madame Simza Heron:
[subtitled French] "Sim, my love. Remember my face, as you will never see it again. That is the price I must pay to change the course of history. I have finally found my purpose in life-"

Sherlock Holmes:
Found my purpose in life. So, the question I've been holding is, "What purpose is Rene fulfilling?" [Simza looks up from the letter]

Madame Simza Heron:
Time is up. I have other clients. [Holmes gets up and starts to leave, but suddenly goes over to Simza and whispers in her ear]

Sherlock Holmes:
Though you may not have detected the whisp of astrachan fur snagged on a nail over my left shoulder. You couldn't have failed to notice the overpowering aroma of herring pickled in vodka, in tandem with a truly unfortunate body odor. There's a man concealed in the rafters above us: a Cossack - renowned for their infeasible acrobatic abilities, and are notorious for moonlighting as assassins. So it's safe to presume that your next client is here to kill you. [smiles] Anything else? [Simza does not answer] No? [Holmes starts to leave, but suddenly turns around and pulls out an umbrella]

Sherlock Holmes:
[voice-over; in slow-motion] First, pillage the nest. [He hooks the umbrella handle around the Cossack's knee and pulls on it, causing him to fall out of his hiding place] Clip wings. [Holmes strikes the assassin a blow with the umbrella that knocks a throwing knife out of his hand and twists it] Now, blunt his beak. [delivers hammer blows to each side of the face, then ducks to avoid a return blow] Crack eggs. [delivers a kick to the groin; the assassin pulls out a knife] Scramble. [Holmes knocks the knife aside] Pinch of salt. [jabs the umbrella into the chest, then deflects another oncoming knife] Touch of pepper. [jabs the assassin with the tip of the umbrella] Flip the omelet. [performs a judo throw that causes the assassin to flip over and land on his back] Additional seasoning required. [The assassin tries to stand up but gets a good blow to the face] Breakfast is served. [Back in real time, Holmes starts to do the above, but just as he gets to "clip wings", Simza throws knives that lodge themselves in the Cossack's chest; he falls through the curtain]

Sherlock Holmes:
Come with me. I need you alive. Now! [They leave the room just as the Cossack's eyes open, revealing that he is wearing protective lining]

[Holmes is visiting Blackwood in his cell and has noticed various occult carvings in the walls; Blackwood himself is reading from the Book of Revelation]

Sherlock Holmes:
I love what you've done with the place.

Lord Blackwood:
So glad you could accept my invitation.

Sherlock Holmes:
I just have a small point of concern.

Lord Blackwood:
How can I help?

Sherlock Holmes:
I'd already followed the murders with some interest, and while my heart went out primarily to the families of the victims, I couldn't help but notice a criminal mastery in the stroke of your brush.

Lord Blackwood:
You're too kind.

Sherlock Holmes:
However, by comparison, your work in the crypt was more akin to a finger painting.

[Homer has joined a crew of "lost souls"]

Woman:
We wander the seven seas trying to forget.

Homer:
Forget what?

Englishman:
Oh, boy, here we go.

Woman:
My story of jilted love is long and bittersweet. If anyone has to go to the bathroom, go now. I don't want you walking around during my story.

Englishman:
My story's better, it has tigers.

[Homer is reading Ned Flander's letter]

Homer:
You are my brother.

[Homer, Bart, and Lisa laugh]

Homer:
I love you.

[They laugh again]

Homer:
And yet, I feel a great deal of sadness in my buzzom.

[They're hysterically laughing]

Homer:
Wait, there's more.

[the others laugh again]

Marge Simpson:
I think that's terrible. A man opens his heart and you made fun of him.

[Marge walks away to laugh at Flanders]

[Homestar is trying to find a powder ingredient for Marzipan's Halloween potion. He runs into the King of Town and the Poopsmith digging holes]

Homestar Runner:
Oh! Whaddaya know? How ya diggin'?

The King of Town:
Oh! We're certainly not trying to unearth the ham sandwich that I buried here when I was nine.

Homestar Runner:
Good, 'cause I found that thing like two months ago. It wasn't that good. Too much mayo.

The King of Town:
Too much mayo? I *love* too much mayo! [Homestar is then prompted to ask the two for a powder item]

Homestar Runner:
Hey, I've got it! I'll give you a detailed account of the consumption of your ham sammie if you give me a powdered item for this potion-ma-jig!

The King of Town:
Sweet deal! [he holds a small bag of powder] Take some of this powdered Thanksgiving. Now let's hear it!

Homestar Runner:
Okay, so first I washed all the dirt off with some Windex. That made it blue and soggy... [the scene fades out as Homestar speaks and then fades back in with the king looking sad]... and that last bite nearly made me puke it right back on my plate! [Homestar walks off, taking the powder with him as he goes]

The King of Town:
Oh, I wish you had. I surely wish you had!