pushing.daisies
Ned: It’s not strange, unusual maybe eccentric in a quaint way, like dessert spoons.
Chuck: I have so many questions, my mind wanders.
Ned: You need to feed it warm milk and a turkey sandwich, let it curl up in a sunny spot and take a nap.
Ned: Of course you did. Everything we do is a choice: oatmeal or cereal, highway or side street, kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way we ask for forgiveness. It's the best anyone can do
Ned: I’m not a big fan of the hug,
Chuck: Then you haven’t been hugged properly. It’s like an emotional Heimlich. Someone puts their arms around you and they give you a squeeze and all your fear and anxiety come shooting out of your mouth in a big wet wad and you can breath again.
Ned: That’s fine for someone else to do if I’m choking on something other than emotion, but you can’t touch me.
Chuck: So a kiss is out of the question?
Ned: its not murder! …its..accidentel..involentary…man-slauter…
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Emerson: That was the truth bus.
Olive: That wasn't the truth buss. That was the bitchy, cross town express.
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Ned: What did you guys talk about?
Chuck: Chuck?
Mama Jacobs: Chuck! I knew it was something unladylike
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