Diane: Do you find that this approach usually works? Or let me guess, you've never tried it before. In fact, you don't normally approach girls - am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet sensitive type but, if I'm prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal. A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But hey - don't us girls just love that?

Kat: I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it… I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around. And the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Auster: A world emerges from little details. For example, when we buried my son, I had forgotten to put in my contact lenses. I stood over him before they closed the coffin, trying to fix him in my memory. I could see the red from his sweater and his blue pants, and there was a scab on his forehead that hadn't healed. It was from a bicycle accident. I could feel that scab when I kissed him, but when I looked at him... he was out of focus.

David: Gosh, you weigh alot.
Natalie: Oh shut your face.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Propelling ourselves with longing towards the day that it would all go wrong, because no matter how much you stash, or how much you steal you never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again.

Tipper: You know what? I can get a couple of my brother's loser ass friends to go over to Mason's apartment, knock on the door and when he opens it wham!. They'll junk-punch him all up in his man business and he'll fall to the floor whaling and crying "why?" and then we'll say "you know why!".

Blair: I don’t converse with liars or Lewinskis.

Grandma: First loves are never really over. Nobody's perfect, sweetheart. But that doesn't mean it wasn't worth your while.

Larry: Everything is a version of something else.

Blair: You can tell us anything. We don't judge. We're the non-judging Breakfast Club. We're your best friends. Anything you do is something we did too.

Rachel: Dear Bruce; I need to explain. I need to be honest and clear. I'm going to marry Harvey Dent. I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. When I told you that if Gotham no longer needed Batman we could be together, I meant it. But I'm not sure the day will come when you will no longer need Batman. I hope it does and if it does I will be there, but only as your friend. I'm sorry to let you down. If you lose your faith in me, please keep
your faith in people. Love, now and always, - Rachel.

Cassie: Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before. Try and keep that feeling, because if it goes, you'll never get it back.

Jamie: Beautiful Aurelia… I’ve come here with a view to asking you… to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person because I hardly knows you, but sometimes things are so transparency, they don’t need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England. Of course I don’t expecting you to be as foolish as me, and of course I prediction you say no but it’s Christmas and I just wanted to… check.
Aurelia: Thank you. That will be nice. Yes is being my answer. Easy question.

Blair: That's okay. I have you. That's all I need.

Susan: Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me now.
Joe Black: I love you now. I love you always.

Claire: You wanna meet halfway and see the sunrise? At this point it's probably easier to stay up!
Drew: You think so?
Claire: I think that's what "they" say!

Paige: Carter?
Carter: Hmm?
Paige: Will you marry me?
Carter: Yes.

Cameron: You know, just because you’re beautiful, doesn’t mean you can treat people like they don’t matter. I mean, I really like you. Okay? I defended you when people called you conceited. I helped you when you asked me to. I learned French for you! And then you just blow me off…

Dan: I'll always love you. I hate hurting you.
Alice: Then why are you?

Blair: I need a friend, stat.
Amalia: I'm your friend.
Blair: Please, I'm not friends with staff.