ANDY: And though a bonny bride should have her thoughts far from doom, it's a lucky girl whose father provides from the beyond for her future.

BOB: Ann, I kept wishing we could keep our appointment.
ANN: "Rendezvous" if you don't mind. Your gray flannel is showing. Actually, do you know what made me turn around and come here instead of going home? Well, I was driving along, feeling rejected and then all of a sudden I saw you very clearly in my mind. Bob, it's just that you're too attractive! After all, president of a department store and in charge of the Immortal Hills-
BOB: Irresistible.
ANN: I saw you, and I heard you. "Lunchtime, Annie," that's what you said, distinctly.
BOB: "Lunchtime, Annie?" Well, I can do better than that I hope.
ANN: Oh you did. You said "I want you and I need you"... and a whole lot of lovely things I'd be embarrassed to repeat.
BOB: Yeah. You know, just about the time you were seeing me, I had you on my mind-
ANN: That's amazing.
BOB: No, I mean it. I don't blame you for not wanting me to repeat what I was thinking.
ANN: Darling, we better go to lunch-or get married!

BOB: I've been through all this before. The grass, and the quiet, and that sound... I never knew what it was. It's the sound of a name being cut into a headstone.

ANN: Bob, if you're talking about Henry Trowbridge, the poor man died of a heart attack. Heart disease is the country's Number 1 killer.
BOB: Maybe not in Milford.

UNCLE GEORGE: Stop looking at the map!
BOB: You're looking at it. I'm looking at you. And we're both waiting - aren't we? Waiting to see if you escape.

Compiled by David Kalat