Author has written 28 stories for Gilmore Girls, Cruel Intentions, O.C., and Secret Life of the American Teenager.
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Young Noah Calhoun: Will you go out with me?
Young Allie Nelson: lying in the middle of the street What if a car comes?
Young Noah Calhoun: You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch, and I tell you when you're a pain in the ass, which you are, 99 of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two second recovery rate, and then you're on to doing the next pain in the ass thing. So it's not going to be easy; it's going to be really hard. We're going to have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that. Because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday.
Sanka Coffie: What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing big bald bubblehead who can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals
Irv: All right, Derice. Let me lay out some difficulties for you. Snow: you don't have any. It's nine hundred degrees outside. Time: you don't have any. The Olympics are in three months. And me you don't have me. As far as I'm concerned, the sport of bobsledding no longer exists. I don't want to do it, I don't want to coach it, and most of all, and I mean most of all, I don't want to be within two thousand miles of anybody who does. Now did you follow all that?
Sanka Coffie: All I'm saying, mon, is if we walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican, and is Jamaican, then we sure as hell better bobsled Jamaican.
Edmond: Life is a storm. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. Shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst. For I will do mine. Then the world will know you as we know you: Albert Mondego, the man
Fernand Mondego: Monte Cristo!
Abbe Faria: God said "Vengeance is mine".
Edmond: Why? In God's name, why?
Prince Edward: Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.
William: It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.
Roland: God love you, William.
William: If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever.
William: Your name lady, I still need to hear it.
Chaucer: There she is, William! The embodiment of love! Your Venus!
Lucille: Are you having bad dreams? Don't be afraid. Bad dreams aren't real. Just keep telling yourself that, and the demons will go away.
Carlton: For a long time it gave me nightmares... witnessing an injustice like that... it's a constant reminder of just how unfair this world can be... I can still hear them taunting him... silly rabbit, tricks are for kids... I mean, WHY COULDN'T THEY JUST GIVE HIM SOME CEREAL?
Phillip Banks: Vivian, you are so naive. You would believe Will if he told you that he were some big rap star, whose album just went platinum.
Will: Carlton, I misjudged you. You're a lot cooler than I thought. Hey, you wanna go to the club with us tonight?
Phillip Banks: Heck, the boys go to a predominantly tall school.
Phillip Banks: Geoffrey, bring me my tools.
Little boy: I just want to have my picture taken, so I can send it to my grandma so she sends me a check.
Cory: Mom, Listen, I haven't been together with Topanga for twenty-two years, but we have been together for sixteen. 'Kay, that's a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together in the park. When we were two, we were best friends, I mean, I, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color. I knew her favorite food. Then we became six, you know, and Eric made fun of me because it wasn't cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl, so for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those "the lost years". Then when I was thirteen, Mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She was always talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I'm with her I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that's, that's what I feel is love, Mom... When I'm better because she's here... and now she won't be. So we're finished
Cory: It was raining... you had an umbrella... I grabbed it, stuffed it down your throat, and then I opened it. Shawn, I Mary Poppinsed ya.
Jonathan Turner: Anybody you like.
trying to straighten Cory's hair
Morgan Matthews: Mommy, if my dolly is cold, can I put her in the toaster oven?
Tommy wants Eric to adopt him
Cory: A girl wrote seven numbers on my hand. What could this possibly mean?
Cory: My name is Cory Matthews. I'm here with my lovely fiancée Topanga. Isn't she lovely?