A recently rediscovered poem:
I have found the love of my life and he has found me, and we will go dancing together and travel to Germany.
For my love lives in the forests there and I will join him soon, we will live with all the animals there and work until noon
we'll laugh and run amongst the trees and have the time of our lives beneath their leaves

Wolf: I've always wanted to say this. Love of my life, let down your lustrous locks.

Wolf: Don't worry, I'm not who I used to be. I've had extensive therapy. I realize I have been using food as a substitute for love and I have the books to prove it: "Breaking the Cycle", "Heal Yourself in 7 Days", "Stop Blaming Yourself, Please", and "Help for the Bed wetting Child", which I picked up by mistake. But I've got them all!

Wolf: [singing] A shepherdess makes quite a mess, but little lambs are lovely.

Wolf: No, no! "Rare" implies dangerously cooked. When I say rare I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me.

Wolf: Doc, I met this terrific girl and I really, really, *really* like her. But, the thing is...
Dr. Horowitz: Well, go on, say it.
Wolf: I...
Dr. Horowitz: Say it!
Wolf: Not sure whether I-I-I wanna love her or eat her.

Tony: I need to know if your intentions are honorable.
Wolf: [very long pause as Wolf considers] No, not really.

Virginia: I have a hard time trusting people. I just never wanna jump unless I'm sure somebody's gonna catch me.
Wolf: Oh, I'll catch you. And if I miss for any reason, I'll sit by your bedside and nurse you back to health.

Wolf: I picked up your trail a few days ago.
Virginia: But how? We went through a mountain.
Wolf: Virginia, I could follow your scent across time itself.

Wolf: You don't trust nobody.
Virginia: I don't trust you, no.
Wolf: Well, you may not get hurt, but huff puff, you won't get loved either.

Wolf: Butter would not melt in my mouth. Well, it would melt. Of course it would melt, but very slowly.

Wolf: Wolfie's just *pretend* to do naughty things.

Sally Peep: If my door wasn't locked, I'd be scared you'd come into my house and huff and puff and blow all my clothes off!
Wolf: Where do you live, Sally?

Wolf: We either live happily ever after or we get killed by horrible curses.

Virginia: I don't intend to have any children, thank you very much.
Wolf: Well, it's a little bit late for that.
Virginia: What do you mean?
Wolf: You got a little wolf cub growing inside of you! A little furry chap, just like me, only much smaller. Believe me. I'm a wolf. I know these things.
Virginia: Really?
Wolf: I just know.

Virginia: You come an inch closer and I swear I'll shout my head off.
Wolf: Oh, that is what is known as an empty threat.

Wolf: Virginia, please forgive me! I-I didn't mean to be so rude, it's just that my-my cycle is-is coming on! You see, once a month, I get very irrational and angry and I just wanna pick a fight with anyone who comes near me!
Virginia: That sounds familiar.