Northern Exposure

Ruth-Anne: Look at his hands. It looks like he worked hard all his life. He can't be more than sixty! Chris: I think it would have made him happy, Ruth-Anne, to have someone like you mourning for him.

Maggie: (at the funeral) Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Maurice: You don't know your own patients? Joel: He wasn't my patient, yet. And I have an assistant, here, who thinks it's unnecessary to take names. She'd rather run my office like a delicatessen. Marilyn: He's number nine.

Joel: Why is seven degrees in Alaska colder than seven degrees anywhere else?

Maggie: You enjoyed it! Liike some cheap conman.

Joel: You know, you should wear a dress more often. Let people see this dynamite figure of yours. Why should I be the only lucky one?

Maggie: What kind of boyfriend are you? You wouldn't think we had a close, caring relationship; that we've been intimately involved for the past six months. What kind of impression is that going to make on my dad? My dad! Who's come all this way to meet you, my boyfriend, the doctor, who I've written so many wonderful letters about.

Mr O'Connell: I was looking forward to meeting your Dr. Joel.

Holling: My neck was a little stiff last week. Once in a while I get a tick right here under my eye. I'm thinking about getting circumcised. And every now and again, my knee pops out.

Maurice: A man should not leave this earth with unfinished business. He should live each day as if it was a pre-flight check. He should ask each morning, am I prepared to lift-off?

Joel: Be careful, there's some ice over there. Maggie: You could offer to help, Fleischman. Joel: You, our own Calamity Jane? Our torch-bearer of the pioneer spirit? I wouldn't presume to insult you. Maggie: Why were you born, Fleischman? A mosquito has more utilitarian value!