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Michelle Monet:
Oh, here's your hat.

Hrundi V. Bakshi:
Oh, look... you keep it.

Michelle Monet:
But you may need it.

Hrundi V. Bakshi:
No, I'd like you to keep it.

Michelle Monet:
All right. If you think that you should want it or need it sometimes...

Hrundi V. Bakshi:
Well, if I need it... I could always come, perhaps, and pick it up.

Michelle Monet:
That would be very nice.

Hrundi V. Bakshi:
When would you be available for me to pick up my hat?

Michelle Monet:
Well... [laughs shyly] maybe next week.

Hrundi V. Bakshi:
I'll come and get it then.

Michelle Monet:
OK.

Hrundi V. Bakshi:
For I'd love to have my hat back.

Michelle Monet:
Goodbye.

Hrundi V. Bakshi:
Bye bye.

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Mick St. John:
[Beth's crying, her back is to Mick] Want to know what Emma and Jackson made me realize? That YOU were right! You were right all along. This *isn't* about being a vampire or a human! This is about *us*!How we feel about each one another. Right here! Right now!

Beth Turner:
The night that we first met... met again, whatever, what was I wearing?

Mick St. John:
Blue jeans, white striped shirt, cream jacket.

Beth Turner:
[Beth turns around faces Mick] What about my shoes?

Mick St. John:
You were barefoot.

Beth Turner:
How can you remember that?

Mick St. John:
Because I love you.

[Beth goes to Mick; they kiss]

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Mike Alvarez:
I love you, f***er shitbag.

Jim Davis:
I love you too. I'm gonna miss you, brother. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Mike Alvarez:
Everything's gonna be okay.

Jim Davis:
Yeah. Yeah, I know.

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Minister:
Eric, place this ring on Donna's left hand. Will you take this woman to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?

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Miro:
Do you still love Grammy?

Zachry:
Your grammy is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Meronym:
Come on here, Grampy. Lemme warm them old bones.

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Misa Hayase:
Just an old love song...

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Molly Flynn:
I love you, Mike.

Officer Mike Biggs:
I love you, Molly.

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Monica:
If you really, really, *really* love somebody, always bring them back some meatballs from the weding.

Tess:
Ohh, Miss Wings, I have trained you right. Don't be shy, baby; come on, dig in. Ooh, yes.

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Mr. Burns:
I've had it with you people complaining about my "scary glowing buses"! I haven't seen a display of civil disobedience this comptemptable since the Summer of love. You want the Transit system back? Then take it! But don't think for a moment, that you've seen the last of Monty Burns! [Mr. Burns laughes evilly and pulls a switch, opening a trap door]

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Mr. Conductor:
[appears] I hope we're not late for the party.

Becky:
Just in time, Mr. Conductor. I want to thank you for your help. Would you like some fruitcake?

Mr. Conductor:
We'd love some fruitcake.

Becky:
"We"? Who's "we"?

Mr. Conductor:
[gesturing then turning around puzzled to see he's alone] Well, my - guests and... me. Where *are* they? They were just here... [everyone else at the table laughs at a frog that climbs from the cider up Schemer's arm]

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Mr. Nguyen:
We have much to learn. I owe much to Miley, Steve and Jeff and Liam. They will work at my inn, as partners!

Gung-Ho:
Leatherneck, talk'em out of it! They're better off in America!

Leatherneck:
Nah, all they need is a home and some love. What country they're in doesn't matter. OK! Look sharp! Quit eating like pigs! And that's an order!

Miley, Steve, Jeff and Liam:
Yes sir!

Leatherneck:
Don't call me sir!

Miley, Steve, Jeff and Liam:
Yo Joe!

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Mrs. Alva Sangrito:
I suppose you'll hate me now.

Captain Geoffrey 'Geoff' Roberts:
Hate you? I love you more than ever. [They kiss passionately]

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Mrs. Boyle:
Maybe I wasn't sorry enough for poor Mrs. Tancred when her son was found as my Johnny's apt to been found now. But it's well I remember all she said -- an' it's my turn to say it now. What were the pains I suffered, Johnny, bringin' you into the world to carry you to your cradle, to the pains I suffer now bringing you out o' the world to carry you to your grave! Mother o' God, Mother o' God, have pity on us all! Blessed Virgin, where were you when me darlin' son was riddled with bullets, when me darlin' son was riddled with bullets? O sacred Heart o' Jesus, take away our hearts o' stone, and give us hearts o' flesh! Take away this murderin' hate, an' give us--give us Thine own--Thine own eternal love!

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Mustafa:
When you part from your friend, you grieve not. For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence. And let there be no purpose in friendship, save the deepening of the spirit.

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Narrator:
...it is just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a choice right now. Between fear... and love.

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Narrator:
And so at last, after the madness of the midsummer night, the course of true love came home in smiles and laughter, to peace, contentment, and a well-earned rest.

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Narrator:
And so the monster lives to breath and feel, to kill. But do not fear the truth. Just seek within. The heart holds keys to free from sin. For love, true love, will always win.

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Narrator:
Did they not learn that it was theirs to suffer the slings and arrows of of outrageous fortune? Did they not discover that Diamonds Are Forever but Tomorrow Never Dies? Did they not recall the old Klingon proverb, that revenge is a dish Best Served Cold? Did they not learn as conquerers once before that all is fair in love and war? [Nostalgia Critic draw his gun and shoots the narrator] Ow...

Nostalgia Critic:
No.

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Narrator:
He was unable to suppress a sense that he had been able to escape from something. That he was a free man again. A feeling he eventually came to realize was entirely misguided. It was many years before he understood that both of them had been quite unjustly punished. L?a for being born so many years before him, and Ch?ri for having failed to grasp that L?a was the only woman he would ever be able to love. And once he was settled in his mind that this was the case, he took out his old service revolver, and put a bullet in his brain.

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Narrator:
It is said that if you move a single pebble on the beach, you set up a different pattern, and everything in the world is changed. It can also be said that love can change the future, if it is deep enough, true enough, and selfless enough - it can prevent a war, prohibit a plague, keep the whole world whole.

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Narrator:
It stands in aging splendor on the outskirts of Paris. A war turned to stone in the broad museum of Europe. To the Americans who wore French uniforms, who fought in French planes, and fell in love with French women, history has reserved two words: Lafayette Escadrille.

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Narrator:
Lea, the Queen of the Wild Things, was lonely and wanted to be where people loved her most of all. So Lea gave up being Queen of the Wild Things and got ready to leave. But the wild things yelled, "Do not go! We'll eat you up! And we love to f*** you so." But Lea said, "No!" The wild things yelled their terrible yells and showed their horrible balls and waved their terrible cocks. But Lea stepped into her canoe and waved goodbye, and sailed back over the year, into the week, back into days, and into the night, and into her very own room, where she found her own bed waiting for her, still nice and hot, just like her little wild twat.

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Narrator:
Over the course of the Earth's history, waterfalls as grand as Niagara have come and gone without any human witnesses. So, in geological terms, our love affair with Niagara has been as fleeting as it has been intense. And today, the future of this relationship rests firmly in our own hands.

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Narrator:
Well, this is certainly gonna be a Christmas we all remember. The year a wee girl showed us what Christmas really means: friendship and forgiveness. But the greatest gift of all is love. Or, in my case, socks. Again. Merry bloomin' Christmas to the lot of you.