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Valentine: Remember the very first time we went out? It was way different from the very last time we went out.

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My therapist says I need to “get back to reality,” but I’d rather be with you, Valentine!

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They say the heart is a lonely hunter, but experienced predators never worry about that. Happy Valentine's Day!

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Valentine, sometimes we are so perfect together and then I wake up.

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Valentine: I know ringing your doorbell at 3 a.m. can seem like an emergency. But it's not really an emergency if you planned it.

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Valentine, I'm perfect for you and you're perfect for me! Actually, I'm perfect for a lot of people, but still.

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All the special words you've said to me — even the whispers — are forever etched in my mind, Valentine. Plus I have a device that records everything.

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I'm so glad I found you again, Valentine! I knew I would. I can find anyone. Anywhere.

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I always look forward to that special phone call each Valentine's Day! It doesn't even have to be from you.

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Inappropriate touching, sexual comments, and flirting have no place in the office. That's why it's so great we aren't at work right now.

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On this Valentine's Day, all the love is coming your way. I mean, surely there's someone who can give you that.

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Valentine, you complete me! Which means you'll need to be 90% of this whole deal.

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Let's chase our dreams together, now that reality hasn't worked out.

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In my heart there is a place for us...away from the sadness, the noise, the restraining orders, the surveillance cams.

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I don't know much about you yet, or everything that's in your heart. But I did find your house.

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They should have been Chappaqua's most eligible bachelors in the late 1960s and early 70s.

The Bass twins (Sea and Rankin) had money, property, devilish good looks, the whole nine. Sea knew his way around the curves at Le Mans (first American to represent Jaguar, Porsche, and Ferrari in consecutive years), and Rankin flew experimental aircraft on weekends when he wasn't sailing.

But they shared a common and, ultimately, unobtainable goal: The fellas planned one day to marry twins.

To that end, a search was conducted through the years, going back to the seventh grade, actually. And it will surprise no one to learn that the idea was solely the contrivance, scheme, and unhealthy obsession of their older sister, Elle.

This weird, and, at times, sordid plan was among many machinations "for the family" that Elle was behind, about which two Bass stepmothers might have something to say if they were not so very, very deceased. (Elle had a third potential Mrs. Bass lined up for their dad, Bass Bass, but that's not pertinent to the holiday moment pictured here.)

Instead, in this scene we see yet another presentation of the engagement "pitch" to the Belvedere twins, Ring and Sunset. Rankin had instantly seen the bonus of how, should nuptials proceed apace, initials on the two couples' luggage and sweaters would be a real hoot. In that box being offered to Sunset is a cashmere example thereof, compliments of a custom purchase Elle had made in London. Sea has champagne at the ready.

Courtship? What's that? I mean, you should see those clusters of mistletoe hanging above a massive sconce in the foyer.