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Magnolia (1999)

Jim Kurring: Sometimes people need to go to jail. And sometimes people need to be forgiven.

Frank T.J. Mackey: I will not apologize for who I am.

Burt Ramsey: We met upon the level, departing on the square.

Jimmy Gator: The book says, we might be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us.

Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: I really do have love to give; I just don't know where to put it.

Frank T.J. Mackey: I will drop-kick those fuckin' dogs if they come near me.

Claudia Wilson Gator: Now that I've met you, would you object to never seeing me again?

Gwenovier: What are you doing? Frank T.J. Mackey: I'm quietly judging you.

Donnie Smith, quiz kid: I sometimes confuse melancholia with depression.

Donnie Smith, quiz kid: I used to be smart, but now I'm just stupid.

Thurston Howell: It's dangerous to confuse children with angels.

Frank T.J. Mackey: Respect the cock... and tame the cunt! Tame it!

Frank T.J. Mackey: In this life, it's not what you hope for, it's not what you deserve -- it's what you take.

Earl Partridge: I'll tell you the greatest regret of my life: I let my love go.

Claudia Gator: I'll tell you everything, and you tell me everything, and maybe we can get through all the piss and shit and lies that kill other people.

Frank T.J. Mackey: Denise. Denise the piece.

[Claudia kisses Jim.] Claudia Wilson Gator: I wanted to do that. Jim Kurring: Well... Claudia Wilson Gator: That felt good to do -- to do what I wanted to do.

Claudia Wilson Gator: You don't know how fucking stupid I am. Jim Kurring: It's okay. Claudia Wilson Gator: You don't know how *crazy* I am. Jim Kurring: It's okay. Claudia Wilson Gator: I got troubles, okay? Jim Kurring: I'll take everything at face value. I'll be a good listener. Claudia Wilson Gator: I started this didn't I, didn't I -- fuck! Jim Kurring: Whatever it is, just say it, you'll see. Claudia Wilson Gator: ...You wanna kiss me, Jim? Jim Kurring: Yes, I do.

Jim Kurring: Let me tell you something, this is not an easy job. I get a call on the radio, dispatch, it's bad news. And it stinks. But this is my job and I love it. Because I want to do well -- in this life and in this world, I want to do well. And I want to help people. And I might get twenty bad calls a day. But one time I can help someone and make a save -- correct a wrong or right a situation -- then I'm a happy cop. And as we move through this life we should try and do good. Do good... And if we can do that, and not hurt anyone else, well... then...

Dixon: When the sunshine don't work, the good Lord bring the rain in.

Jim Kurring: I can't let this go. I can't let you go. Now, you... you listen to me now. You're a good person. You're a good and beautiful person and I won't let you walk out on me. And I won't let you say those things -- those things about how stupid you are and this and that. I won't stand for that. You want to be with me... then you be with me. You see?

Alan Kligman, Esq.: Linda, stop! Now you take a moment, you breathe, and one thing at a time. Linda Partridge: Shut the fuck up. Alan Kligman, Esq.: You know what would help you, Linda? Linda Partridge: Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Alan Kligman, Esq.: You need to sober up. Linda Partridge: Now, you must *really* shut the fuck up now, please -- shut the fuck up. Alan Kligman, Esq.: Linda. Linda Partridge: I have to go. Alan Kligman, Esq.: Let me call you a car Linda. Linda Partridge: Shut the fuck up!

Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: I love you, Brad -- Brad the bartender. You wanna love me back? I'll be good to you.

Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: I'm sick and I'm in love. Thurston Howell: You seem the sort of person who confuses the two. Quiz Kid Donnie Smith: That's right. That's the first time you've been right. I confuse the two and I don't care.

Frank T.J. Mackey: Do you think they're your friends? They're not your friends. Do you really think she'll be there when things go bad? Huh? When things go wrong? You think again. Fucking Denise. Denise the piece. Oh, you're gonna give me that cherry pie sweet mama baby!

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