Northern Exposure

Chris: Hi there Cicely, Chris in the morning here, the vox populi of the Boro of Arrowhead County.

Chris: Marriage. You may have read in Time and Newsweek that it's a dying institution, but try booking a reception hall in June.

Holling: You want me to marry you, Shelly? Shelly: 10-4. If you need time to think about it, I can wait. (looks at her watch)

Chris: Tooley had had his share of both chemically induced and religiously inspired visions, and I think he said it best. "As long as they're still on the wall and not crawling up your leg, just let 'em ride, man."

(relating the history of the Bears-Ravens feud) Ed: Then the Bears retaliated by not inviting the Ravens to their New Year's Eve party. I don't think anyone ever got over that one.

Ed: It's gone too far, Leonard. Someone has to do something. Someone with a lot of clout. Like Don Corleone in Godfather I.

Shelly: When a chick puts on a wedding ring, she may as well hang up her spandex pants and her snakeskin boots, because her struttin' days are over.

Holling: What I'm trying to say, Maurice, is I'd like you to be best man at the wedding. Maurice: Best man. Holling: It'd mean so much to me...and Shelly both. Maurice: All right, Holling, I'll ride shotgun for you.

Leonard: To you, as to many people, life is a dance. And for that, you need a partner. A husband.