Love Actually

Hiya, kids. Here's an important message from your Uncle Bill. Don't buy drugs. Become a pop star and they give you them for free.

You've seen the films, kiddo. It ain't over till it's over.

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion started to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives
boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They were all
messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.

We may be a small country, but we're a great one, too. The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, The Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David Beckham's right foot. David Beckham's left foot, come to that.

The trouble with being the prime minister's sister is it does put your life into rather harsh perspective. What did my brother do today? He stood up and fought for his country. And what did I do? I made a papier-mâché lobster head.

— And where's Sarah, by the way?
— She couldn't make it in today. Family thing.
— There's a word for hangover I've never heard before.

— (SPEAKING PORTUGUESE)
— Yes. It's...
— (IN PORTUGUESE)
— Crime. Crime, murder.
— (IN PORTUGUESE)
— Scary? Yes, sometimes scary. And sometimes not. Mainly scary how bad the writing is.

— Sarah, switch off your phone and tell me exactly how long it is that you've been working here.
— Two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, what, two hours?
— And how long have you been in love with Karl, our enigmatic chief designer?
— Two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, an hour and 30 minutes.

— Has she noticed you yet?
— No. You know the thing about romance is people only get together right at the very end.

I love you even when you're sick and look disgusting.

I love that word "relationship." Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it?

I'll give you anything you ask for. As long as it's not something I don't wanna give.

— Hello, Natalie.
— Hello, David. I mean, sir. Shit, I can't believe I've just said that. And now I've gone and said "shit." Twice. I'm so sorry, sir.
— It's fine, it's fine. You could've said "fuck" and then we'd have been in real trouble.
— Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition I was gonna fuck up on my first day. Oh, piss it!

You know, Sammy, general wisdom is that in the end, there isn't just one person for each of us.

I'm nice. I really am. Apart from my terrible taste in pie and...

— I know. I'll name one of the characters after you.
— (IN PORTUGUESE)
— Or I could give you 5% of the profits.