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Andrew Paxton: [referring to the story about how he proposed to Margaret] You know what? Actually, Margaret loves telling this story, so I'm just gonna let her go ahead and do that. We should just sit and rapture. 
Margaret Tate: Wow, okay... wow, where to begin... the story... Well, um, wow... Okay, well, um, Andrew and I... Andrew and I were about to celebrate our first anniversary together and I knew that he'd been itching to ask me to marry him and he was scared, like a little tiny bird. So, I started leaving him little hints here and there because I knew he wouldn't have the guts to ask...
Andrew Paxton: That's not exactly how it happened.
Margaret Tate: No?
Andrew Paxton: No, no, I mean I picked up on all of her little hints... this woman is about as subtle as a gun. Yeah, no what I was worried about was that she might find this little box...
Margaret Tate: Oh, the decoupage box that he made, where he'd taken the time to cut out twenty little pictures of himself, just pasted all over the box. So beautiful! I opened that beautiful little decoupage and out fluttered these tiny little hand cut heart confettis and once they cleared, I looked down and I saw the most beautiful, big...
Andrew Paxton: ...fat nothing! No ring.
Grandma Annie: No ring?
Grace Paxton: What?
Andrew Paxton: No, but inside that box, underneath all that crap, a handwritten note with the address to a hotel, date and time. Real Humphrey Bogart type stuff. Masculine. Naturally, Margaret, she thought...
Margaret Tate: I thought he was seeing someone else... so it was a terrible time for me, but I went to that hotel anyway, I went there and I pounded on the door. But the door was already unlocked. As I swung open that door, there he was...
Andrew Paxton: Standing.
Margaret Tate: Kneeling.
Andrew Paxton: Like a man.
Margaret Tate: On a bed of rosebuds, in a tuxedo. Your son. Your son... and he was choking back soft, soft sobs. And when he held back the tears and finally caught his breath, he said to me...
Andrew Paxton: 'Margaret, will you marry me?' and she said 'yep', the end!

Have you ever heard a joke so many times you've forgotten why it's funny?

And you heard it again and suddenly it's new.

You remember why do you love it in the first place.

That was my father's final joke, I guess.

A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories.

They live on after him. And in that way he becomes immortal.

New Moon Trailer #1
It's my birthday, can I ask you something? Kiss Me.
I love you.
You are my only reason to stay ... alive, if that's what I am.
It's time! It's time!
Happy Birthday Bella!
Let's open your presents, there's a cake too.
Alice, that cake could feed 50! You guys don't even eat.
Thanks.
Ouch, paper cut.
What happened with Jasper was nothing.
Nothing compared to what could have happened.
I promise to never put you through anything like this ever again.
This is the last time you'll ever see me.
How much could you mean to him if he left you here ... unprotected?
But I can't help myself. You are so ... mouth-watering!
Jake! Run!

New Moon Trailer #2
Have you ever had a secret you couldn't tell anyone?
New Moon is a lot more complicated than Twilight was.
This is the last time you'll ever see me.
Bella is in such a deep depression when Edward leaves，and Jacob is the friend that will always be there for her.
I know what he did to you.
Bella, I won't ever hurt you. I promise.
You're sort of beautiful.
Jacob has changed in many different ways.
His physicality. He's a lot bigger. He's thirty pounds bigger.
Be careful, those things are actually really ... heavy so ...
As time goes on, the heat starts building.
Brake.
New Moon is gonna be stepped up a whole other notch.
Hit the brake!
There's more action in this one, especially with the werewolves involved.
What did you do to him!?
I think the fans are really gonna be happy.
New Moon is exciting, it's always pushig to the next level.
Bella!
Jake, run!
Don't get me upset.

New Moon Trailer #3
The Volturi are the closest thing my world has to royalty.

They enforce the law.
Vampires have laws?
You're a human who knows entirely too much about us.
They could kill us all.
You just don't belong in my world, Bella.
I belong with you.
This is the last time you'll ever see me.
Please just promise me you won't do anything reckless.
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest.
I know what he did to you. But Bella, I would never, ever, do that.
There's only one way I know to see him.
So you're an adrenaline junkie now?
If a rush of danger is what it takes to see him, that's what I'll find.
What the hell were you thinking?
Bella, it's Edward. He thinks you're dead!
What?!
He's going to the Volturi. He wants to die too.
He left you, Bella. He didn't want you anymore.
Please, stay here for me.
I have to go.
He's going to make a scene.
The Volturi will kill him if he reveals himself in the sunlight.
No, Edward, don't!
The girl comes with us.
You can go to hell!
Edward, I'm scared.
This may hurt just a little.
No, please, please!

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy.

We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment.

We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.

But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.

But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.

The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations, the new needs friends.

Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source.

To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement.

They have rocked me to my core.

In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook.

But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant.

Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.

It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France.

I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
It was a great night. The happiest of my life.

You will listen to me! LISTEN!

The other ships will still be looking to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead, and what will they see?

Frightened bilgerats aboard a derelict ship?

No, no they will see free men and freedom!

And what the enemy will see,

they will see the flash of our cannons,

and they will hear the ringing of our swords,

and they will know what we can do!

By the sweat of our brow and the strength of our backs and the courage in our hearts!

Gentlemen, hoist the colors!

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Hold your ground!

Hold your ground!

Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers!

I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.

A day may come when the courage of man fails,

when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship.

But it is not this day.

An hour of wolves and shattered shields,

when the age of man comes crashing down.

But it is not this day!

This day we fight!

By all that you hold dear on this good earth,

I bid you stand!

Men of the west!