I waited until after Thanksgiving to do this, so you ladies (and gents) wouldn't think I was completely nuts. What are your favorite Christmas movies and why? (And for fun, throw in some good quotes from said movie!) Mine is Love Actually. I love London. I love everything British. I love Hugh Grant, Colin Firth, Keira Knightly, Rowan Atkinson, The Guy That Plays Snape Whose Name Escapes Me Right Now . . . . Alan Rickman, Emma Thompson - all the actors are brilliant. I love the soundtrack and the score to the movie. It's a feel good movie without being too gooey. Jamie: [learning Portuguese] Oh my God, I've got a terrible stomach ache. It must have been the prawns. My goodness, this is a very big fish! It tastes delicious! Karen: Loitering around the jewellery counter, I see! Harry: No. I was just looking around. Karen: Don't worry, my expectations are not that high after 13 years of Mr. "Oh-but-you-always-LOVE-scarves"! Actually, I do love this one. Sam: There's a big concert at the end of the term, and Joanna's going to be in it. I thought, if I was in the concert, and played really, really well, there's a chance she might fall in love with me. What do you think? Daniel: I think it's brilliant! It's stellar! Uh, apart from the one little, obvious, tiny, little baby hiccup... Sam: That I don't play a musical instrument. Daniel: Yessir. Sam: A tiny, insignificant detail. Sam: Daniel, I have a plan! Daniel: Thank the Lord! Tell me. Sam: Well, girls love musicians, don't they? Daniel: Uh-huh. Sam: Even the really weird ones get girlfriends. Daniel: That's right. Meatloaf definitely got laid at least once. For God's sake, Ringo Starr married a Bond girl! Sam: [looks at him strangely] Whatever. Aurelia: [to Jamie] Jaime's friends are so good looking! [to friends] He never tells me this. I think now, maybe I make the wrong choice, pick wrong Englishman? Jamie: She can't speak English properly, she doesn't know what she's saying. [Natalie runs up to the Prime Minister at the airport and leaps into his arms] Prime Minister: God, you weigh a lot! Natalie: Oh, shut your face! [having just sung the words "Love is all around me" instead of "Christmas is all around me" yet again] Billy Mack: Oh! F:censor: ck wank bugger ****ting arse head and hole! Billy Mack: [radio interview] ... so if you believe in Christmas, children, like your uncle Billy does, buy my festering turd of a record and particularly enjoy the incredible crassness of the moment when we try to squeeze an extra syllable into the fourth line... Mikey, DJ interviewer: I think you're referring to 'so if you really love Christmas' Billy Mack: 'Come on and let it snow'. Ouch! Sam: By the way, I feel bad. I never asked you how your love life is going. Daniel: [mock chuckles] No. As you know, that was a done deal long ago. Unless, of course, Claudia Schiffer calls, in which case I want you out of the house straight away, you wee motherless mongrel. Sam: Oh? Daniel: No, no, we'll want to have sex in every room. Including yours. [Rufus places the necklace box in a cellophane bag, opening one drawer and another, scooping amounts of small roses and lavender in the bag. He then pulls out a four inch cinnamon stick] Harry: What's that? Rufus: It's a cinnamon stick, sir. [he ties it around the bag with a piece of string] Harry: I can't wait. Rufus: You won't regret it, sir. Harry: Wanna bet? Rufus: It's almost finished, sir. Harry: [sarcastically] Almost finished? What else can there be? Are we going to dip it in yoghurt? Cover it with Chocolate Buttons? Harry: All right, I'll have it. Prime Minister: I'm not so sure politics and dating really go together. The President: Really? I never found that. Prime Minister: Yes, well, the difference is that you're sickeningly handsome whereas I look increasingly like my Aunt Mildred. [At the altar, just before Peter is married] Peter: No surprises? Mark: No surprises. Peter: Not like the stag night? Mark: Unlike the stag night. Peter: Do you admit the Brazilian prostitutes were a mistake? Mark: I do. Peter: And it would have been much better if they'd not turned out to be men? Mark: That is true. [to a portrait of Margaret Thatcher] Prime Minister: Did you ever have this kind of problem? Yeah - of course you did, you saucy minx.