Dexter Morgan: I chose Rita because she is, in her own way, as damaged as me.
Mitchell Pritchett: Cam thinks that if he were straight, he and Julia Roberts would be dating.
Cameron Tucker: I met her once at an AIDS walk and we had a real connection.
Mitchell Pritchett: You handed her a bottle of water.
Cameron Tucker: Her hand lingered.
Mitchell Pritchett: Because you wouldn’t let go.
Dexter Morgan: She’s the only person in the world who loves me. I think that’s nice. I don’t have feeling about anything, but if I could have feelings at all, I’d have them for Deb.
Dexter Morgan: People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That’s my burden, I guess.
Don Draper: We should get married.
Midge: You think I’d make a good ex-wife?
You’re always with the drama, you.
Tony Soprano: Carmela, something I gotta confess. What are you doing?
Carmela Soprano: Getting my wine in position to throw in your damn face!
Tony Soprano: You’re always with the drama, you.
So I can’t live either without you or with you.
I have just discovered something I have always known: we can no more escape from one another than we can escape from God.
Whenever I’m with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.
I have now come to the conclusion never again to think of marrying, and for this reason; I can never be satisfied with anyone who would be blockhead enough to have me.
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
Ben: So, why didn’t you guys ever even try to get together?
Jason: It’s too much familiarity. It’s like she’s one of my limbs.
Ben: And that’s bad, because?
Jason: Because I hate myself.
Blane: You said you couldn’t be with someone who didn’t believe in you. Well, I believed in you. I just didn’t believe in me. I love you… always.
Marcie: Don’t feel bad, Chuck. Peppermint Patty didn’t mean all those things she said. Actually, she really likes you.
Charlie Brown: I don’t feel bad for myself, I just feel bad because I’ve ruined everyone’s Thanksgiving.
Marcie: But Thanksgiving is more than eating, Chuck. You heard what Linus was saying out there. Those early Pilgrims were thankful for what had happened to them, and we should be thankful, too. We should just be thankful for being together. I think that’s what they mean by ‘Thanksgiving,’ Charlie Brown.
Emma: I would rather be here, far from you, but feeling really close, rather than close to you but feeling really far away.
Rachel: You know, I don’t really know what’s going to happen between us, but I know that you used to be the guy that would make me feel like the most special girl in the whole world, and it doesn’t feel that way anymore. Now it just feels sad and confusing. And the worst part is that it doesn’t even feel that bad anymore.
International relationships are … preordained to be clumsy gestures based on imperfect knowledge.
Will: Yeah, I get that there are moments, small moments, infrequent moments, where I’m not the easiest guy to work with, but who the hell is?
Charlie: I am.
Will: Well, it helps that you’re drunk most of the time.
Charlie: It certainly does.
It’s not that complicated.
April: This is my boyfriend, Derek, and this is Derek’s boyfriend, Ben.
Leslie: Hey…oh…wait, sorry. What’s the situation?
April: What do you mean?
Leslie: How does this work?
April: Derek is gay but he’s straight for me, but he’s gay for Ben, and Ben’s really gay for Derek. And I hate Ben.
Derek: It’s not that complicated.
Lina: Oh Donny! You couldn’t kiss me like that and not mean it just a teensy bit!
Don: Meet the greatest actor in the world! I’d rather kiss a tarantula.
Lina: You don’t mean that.
Don: I don’t – hey Joe! Get me a tarantula.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Well, no, not married as such, but yes, there is a specific girl that I’m not married to.
Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.
Ford looked stunned.
“Where have you been?” he demanded.
“Making some coffee,” said Arthur, still wearing his very placid face. He had long ago realized that the only way of being in Ford’s company successfully was to keep a large stock of very placid faces and wear them at all times.
Woman wants monogamy:
man delights in novelty.
Love is woman’s moon and sun;
man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten and man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?