Kissing

"Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection,—these are loves pretty ingredients for a kiss."

"Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Lets kiss afresh, as when we first begun."

"Rhett Butler: Open your eyes and look at me. No, I dont think I will kiss you — although you need kissing badly. Thats whats wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how."

"Leonard: Hello Leslie. Leslie: Hi Leonard. Leonard: Id like to propose an experiment… Leslie: Goggles, Leonard. Leonard: Right. I would like to propose an experiment. Leslie: Hang on. Im trying to see how long it takes a 500-kilowatt oxygen iodine laser to heat up my Cup o Noodles. Leonard: Ive done it. About two seconds, 2.6 for minestrone. Anyway, I was thinking more of a bio-social exploration with a neuro-chemical overlay. Leslie: Wait, are you asking me out? Leonard: I was going to characterize it as the modification of our colleague-slash-friendship paradigm with the addition of a date-like component, but we dont need to quibble over terminology. Leslie: What sort of experiment? Leonard: Theres a generally accepted pattern in this area. I would pick you up. Take you to a restaurant. Then we would see a movie, probably a romantic comedy featuring the talents of Hugh Grant or Sandra Bullock. Leslie: Interesting. And would you agree that the primary way we would evaluate either the success or failure of the date would be based on the biochemical reaction during the good night kiss? Leonard: Heart rate, pheromones, et cetera. Yes. Leslie: Why dont we just stipulate that the date goes well and move to the key variable? Leonard: You mean kiss you now? Leslie: Yes. Leonard: Can you define the parameters of the kiss? Leslie: Closed-mouth but romantic. Mint?"

"What is a kiss? Alacke! at worst, A single Dropp to quenche a Thirst, Tho oft it prooves, in happie Hour, The first swete Dropp of our long Showre."

"Marcia: Doug! I think I just felt your tongue in my mouth. Doug: Its called a French kiss. Marcia: But I thought you were from Nebraska!"

"I was betrothed that day; I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away."

"Says he—"Id better call agin;" Says she—"Think likely, Mister!" Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An—Wal, he up an kist her."

"Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet, A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete; But if as on occasion the heart and mind are sour, It has no great significance, it loses half its power."

"I rest content; I kiss your eyes, I kiss your hair in my delight: I kiss my hand and say "Good-night."

"One kiss the maiden gives, one last, Long kiss, which she expires in giving."

"Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close."