J. Alfred Darrow: Zelda... marry me.
Zelda: I was hoping for something a little more helpful.
Fortitude Greengrass: Do you have an old cemetery in town, off the beaten path, the creepier the better?
Ursula Black: You're the sick one, but I'm feeling this...
Sirius: Maternal instinct, maybe?
Ursula: No, that's not it.
Arthur Pettigrew, to Ben: You know your trail of discarded girlfriends is making it very difficult to get anything done in this world.
Noble: These are dark times, Ford. But not that dark.
Ari Fisk: Alfred also proposed to you twice, so I suspect his decision making skills are a little suspect.
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