Jeremy:
Love. Love for God. For fellow man. For fine food. It's all the same. Just another four letter word.

Jeremy:
Love is a funny thing. One minute we run from it denying it's very existence. The next we coddle it like a newborn child. No matter when, why or how...love will find you.

Ian:
It's Ian from music class. I play tenor sax.

Amber:
Oh Ian I'm so sorry. How's it going?

Ian:
I feel a little bloated but otherwise I'm okay.

Jo:
You know breaking and entering is a criminal offence.

Jeremy:
Details...details.

Jo:
Love isn't some treasure that needs finding, it's something that just happens. To anyone, at any given moment. To even the most skeptical minds. It's a magical feeling to be in love, that's why it hurts so much to fall out of it. The spell wears off. But the hurt, the agony, the betrayal we find in lost love, is outweighed ten fold by the delight we discover within it.

Jo:
Love isn't some treasure that needs finding, it's something that just happens. To anyone, at any given moment. To even the most skeptical minds. It's a magical feeling to be in love, that's why it hurts so much to fall out of it. The spell wears off.

Carlo:
Jer can you take this chick's face off the screen she's giving me the creeps.

Carlo:
It's like a dream come true!

Jade:
Shut up!

Carlo:
Just do me!

Jade:
Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours to discover.

Carlo:
It's like a dream come true!

Jade:
Shut-up.

Carlo:
Oh just do me!

Ian:
Hit me with some words of encouragement.

Jeremy:
Okay, go cut yourself a big piece of poontang pie.

Jeremy:
If love's a disease, she's the cure.

Jeremy:
I bet you that I can make a film that will prove that romantic love is nothing more than a psychological, biological genetic affliction. And that is passed on through both the sacred and secular institutions from generation to generation as not only a means to control the population but as a way to give purpose to life itself.