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Edward Scissorhands

Kim: ...Well, then why'd you do it?
Edward: Because you asked me to.
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Edward: And then she showed me the back room where she took all of her clothes off.
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Peg Boggs: The light concealing cream goes on first. Then you blend, and blend, and blend. Blending is the secret.
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Bill: Sweetheart, you can't buy the necessities of life with cookies.
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Kim: You see, before he came down here, it never snowed. And afterwards, it did. If he weren't up there now... I don't think it would be snowing. Sometimes you can still catch me dancing in it.
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Officer Allen: Will he be OK, Doc?
Psychologist: The years spent in isolation have not equipped him with the tools necessary to judge right from wrong. He's had no context. He's been completely without guidance. Furthermore, his work - the garden sculptures, hairstyles and so forth - indicate that he's a highly imaginative... uh... character. It seems clear that his awareness of what we call reality is radically underdeveloped.
Officer Allen: But will he be all right out there?
Psychologist: Oh yeah, he'll be fine.
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Peg Boggs: Darn this stuff!
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Officer Allen: We're looking for the man with the hands.
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Benny & Joon

Sam: You don't like raisins?
Joon: Not really.
Sam: Why?
Joon: They used to be fat and juicy and now they're twisted. They had their lives stolen. Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes. I can't say I am a big supporter of the raisin council.
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Sam: How sick is she?
Benny: She's plenty sick. Now listen to me, I've been doin' some thinkin'-
Sam: Because, you know, it seems to me that, I mean, except for being a little mentally ill, she's pretty normal.
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Joon: Some cultures are defined by their relationship to cheese.
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Benny: You can't bet a human being!
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Joon: Did you have to go to school for that?
Sam: No, no, I got thrown out of school for that.
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Joon: You can't throw him out, I won him!
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Sam: Thanks for the couch. Um... Mike made me sleep under the sink.
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Joon: He can really cook, can't he?
Benny: Uh, yeah. Although for grilled cheese, I mighta used a wool setting.
Joon: That's what I told him.
Benny: Really? What-what did he use?
Joon: Rayon.
Benny: Mm.
Joon: Silk would have been too soggy. Cotton would have...
Benny: Would have burned it.
Joon: Right. Fortunately, he consulted me before giving it steam. I was four square against it.
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Sam: Oh my God! "I've just been looking for my boyfriend. Have you seen him? He's a cute guy with a little mole on his right cheek."
Local: Hey, Ruthie. One of your ghosts come back to haunt ya?
Sam: "AH! Oh, Brad! Oh, Brad. Brad, please don't be dead. Brad, I never had a chance to tell you what you meant to me. Oh, Brad, please!" It's you! You're you! Ruthie Melony, co-star of the Prom Queen Mutilator with d**k Bebe!
Ruthie: You saw that?
Sam: "He was mine! He was mine!" "No, Cindy. You're sick. Cindy, you need help. No, Cindy! No, no!"
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Joon: I lost...
Benny: What's in the pot?
Joon: A cousin.
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Benny: Hey. Where's Sam?
Joon: I didn't mean to kick him out. I mean, I didn't kick him out, he just - he just left.
Benny: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What - What happened? Did something happen?
Joon: He just - he just left. He was - he was in the air and-and-and - with a thing and - that was really loud. It was really loud. And all- I-I just kept seeing... He didn't mean to do it.
Benny: Do it? What? What- Did he- What did he do?
Joon: He cleaned the house.
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Joon: Don't underestimate the mentally ill. We know how to count.
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What's Eating Gilbert Grape

Momma: You're my knight in shimmering armor. Did you know that?
Gilbert: I think you mean shining.
Momma: No shimmering. You shimmer, and you glow.
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Arnie: Okay! The big boy is gonna wash himself!
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Becky: I love the sky. It's so limitless.
Gilbert: It is big. It's very big.
Becky: Big doesn't even sum it up, right? That word big is so small.
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Arnie: I'm having a birthday party, but you're not invited, but you can come if you want.
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Arnie Grape: Good night to you but not me.
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Gilbert: [climbing down the water tower] It's not going to happen again. This is the last time. Right Arnie?
Arnie: It's the last time.
Gilbert: Okay. Let's go.
Arnie: But I want to go back up there again.
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Gilbert: Bobby, how's business?
Bobby: Oh, not good... nobody's dying.
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Gilbert: We don't really move, we'd like to but... my mom is sort of attached to the house. Attached isn't really the right word, she's pretty much wedged in.
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Sleepy Hollow

Ichabod Crane: Villainy wears many masks, none of which so dangerous as virtue...
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Brom Van Brunt: We haven't heard your name yet, friend.
Ichabod Crane: I have not yet said it.
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Ichabod Crane: It is truth, but truth is not always appearance.
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Ichabod Crane: It was a headless horseman.
Baltus Van Tassel: You must not excite yourself.
Ichabod Crane: But it was a headless horseman.
Baltus Van Tassel: Of course it was. That's why you're here.
Ichabod Crane: No, you must believe me. It was a horseman, a dead one. Headless.
Baltus Van Tassel: I know, I know.
Ichabod Crane: You don't know because you were not there. It's all true.
Baltus Van Tassel: Of course it is. I told you. Everyone told you.
Ichabod Crane: I... saw him.
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Ichabod Crane: The millennium is almost upon us. In a few months, we will be living in the nineteenth century. But our courts continue to rely on medieval devices of torture.
High Constable: Stand down.
Ichabod Crane: I stand up for sense and justice.
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Samuel Philipse: Five victims in four graves.
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Ichabod Crane: Katrina, why are you in my room?
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Because it is yours.
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Katrina Anne Van Tassel: I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.
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Baltus Van Tassel: Young sir, you are most welcome, even if you are selling something.
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Ichabod Crane: Giddy-up...no, no this way...good horsey.
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Ichabod Crane: Run, Katrina.
Lady Van Tassel: Yes, do run, and jump, and skip.
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Ichabod Crane: [the decapitated corpse of Masbath has been found] You have moved the body.
Dr. Thomas Lancaster: I did.
Ichabod Crane: You must never move the body!
Dr. Thomas Lancaster: Why not?
Ichabod Crane: Because...
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Ichabod Crane: I should hope so, Doctor, but in this case necessary. I shall need to operate.
Dr. Thomas Lancaster: Operate? She's dead.
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Ichabod Crane: [to the Western Woods Crone] I should like to say that I make no assumptions about your occupation nor your ways, Witch... which... which... which are nothing to me, whatever you are.
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[Regarding a spider]
Ichabod Crane: Kill it! No, no! Stun it!
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Chocolat

Serge: We are still married, in the eyes of God.
Josephine: Then He must be blind.
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Vianne Rocher: What do you see?
Armande Voizin: Not a damned thing.
Vianne Rocher: Come on, it's a game. What do you see?
Armande Voizin: I see a cranky old woman too tired to play games.
Vianne Rocher: Oh. I've got just the thing for you.
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Luc Clairmont: [at confession] Each time I tell myself it's the last time, but then I get a whiff of her hot chocolate, or...
Madame Audel: ...Seashells. Chocolate seashells, so small, so plain, so *innocent*. I thought, oh, just one little taste, it can't do any harm. But it turned out they were filled with rich, sinful...
Yvette Marceau: ...And it *melts*, God forgive me, it melts ever so slowly on your tongue, and tortures you with pleasure.
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Luc Clairmont: Grandmère, bonjour.
Armande Voizin: I, um... would you like a cup of, uh...
Luc Clairmont: No, no thank you. I'm just here to, uh... do a portrait.
Armande Voizin: Whose?
Vianne Rocher: Yours, actually. Is the light OK where she's sitting?
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Luc Clairmont: Happy birthday, Grandmère.
Armande Voizin: The invitation said five o'clock.
Luc Clairmont: I should have read it more closely.
Armande Voizin: If you had you would know there were supposed to be no gifts.
Luc Clairmont: Don't worry so much about supposed to.
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Storyteller: But still the clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke to Vianne of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought...
[Vianne throws her mother's ashes to the wind]
Storyteller: ...By someone else, next time.
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Vianne Rocher: Would you care to buy something special for your lady friend?
Guillaume Blerot: Lady friend?
Vianne Rocher: Yes, the lovely woman your dog was so fond of.
Guillaume Blerot: Oh, no, I mustn't. Madame Audel is in mourning for her husband.
Vianne Rocher: Oh. I'm sorry. When did he pass away?
Guillaume Blerot: The war. German grenade.
Vianne Rocher: Oh, I see. Well, it's been 15 years since the war, so...
Guillaume Blerot: No, not that war. Monsieur Audel was killed on the 12th January 1917. It was quite a blow to Mme Audel.
Vianne Rocher: Apparently so.
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Roux: [taking time to thoroughly taste the earthworm he has just eaten] Subtle... Zesty? Disgusting.
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Armande Voizin: Your cinnamon looks rancid.
Vianne Rocher: It's not cinnamon, it's a special kind of chili pepper.
Armande Voizin: Chili pepper in hot chocolate?
Vianne Rocher: Mm-hm. It'll give you a lift.
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Armande Voizin: I've got something for you boy. I've been carrying it around since your last birthday. It's a book of poetry.
Luc Clairmont: Oh. Thank you.
Armande Voizin: You don't like poetry?
Luc Clairmont: Oh no, no, of course. I do.
Armande Voizin: Neither do I. It's not that kind of poetry.
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Roux: How does Anouk feel about it?
Vianne Rocher: What?
Roux: All the moving around.
Vianne Rocher: She's fine. She handles it beautifully, she makes friends easily, she's such an unusual...
[looks at Roux]
Vianne Rocher: She hates it. She hates it.
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Vianne Rocher: And these are for your husband. Unrefined cacao nips from Guatemala, to awaken the passions.
Yvette Marceau: Psshh. You've obviously never met my husband.
Vianne Rocher: Well, you've obviously never tried these.
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Yvette Marceau: Do you have more of those bean thingies, please?
Vianne Rocher: Oh, sure. Um... How many do you want?
Yvette Marceau: How many have you got?
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Roux: How's the door?
Vianne Rocher: It squeaks.
Roux: Does it?
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Roux: Very good... but not my favorite.
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Boy #1: I hear she's an atheist.
Boy #2: What's that?
Boy #1: I don't know.
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Roux: I'll come 'round sometime and get that squeak out of your door.
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Josephine: [hitting her husband over the head with a cooking pan] Who says I can't use a skillet?
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Storyteller: Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in Tranquilité - Tranquility. If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. In this village, if you saw something you weren't supposed to see, you learned to look the other way. If perchance your hopes had been disappointed, you learned never to ask for more. So through good times and bad, famine and feast, the villagers held fast to their traditions. Until, one winter day, a sly wind blew in from the North...
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Roux: I thought you'd never guess. My favourite - hot chocolate.
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Roux: I should probably warn ya you make friends with us you make enemies with everyone else
Vianne Rocher: Is that a promise?
Roux: It's a guarantee
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Vianne Rocher: [to the Comte de Reynaud] Ah, good morning. Can I interest you in some nipples of Venus?
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Armande Voizin: What's the décor? Early Mexican brothel?
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