"Dear Mooi"
presents lines from...
When Harry Met Sally
Harry: I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally: What?
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to that?
Harry: How about, you love me too.
Sally: How about, I'm leaving.
Harry: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when your looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Harry: You were going to be a gymnast.
Sally: A journalist.
Harry: Right, that's what I said.
Sally: Well, if you must know, it was because he was very jealous. And I had one of these days of the week underpants.
Harry: Eh?! I'm sorry. I need the judges' ruling on this. "Days of the week underpants"?
Sally: Yes. They had the days of the weeks on them, and I thought they were sort of funny. And then one day, Sheldon said to me, "You never wear Sunday." It was all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left Sunday? And I told him, and he didn't believe me.
Harry: What?
Sally: They don't make Sunday.
Harry: Why not?
Sally: Because of God.
Harry: You take someone to the airport, its clearly the beginning of the relationship. Thats why I've never taken anyone to the airport at the beginning of the relationship.
Sally: Why?
Harry: Because eventually things move on and you don't take someone to the airport and I never wanted anyone to say to me, "How come you don't take me to the airport anymore?"
Sally: Its amazing. You look like a normal person but actually you are the angel of death.
Harry: You realise of course that we could never be friends.
Sally: Why not?
Harry: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry: No you don't.
Sally: Yes I do.
Harry: No you don't.
Sally: Yes I do.
Harry: You only think you do.
Sally: Are you saying I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry: No, what I'm saying is that they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally: They do not!
Harry: Do too.
Sally: They do not!
Harry: Do too.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive. He always want to have sex with her.
Sally: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally: Well, I guess we are not going to be friends then.
Harry: I guess not.
Sally: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.
Harry: Would you like to have dinner? Just friends?
Sally: I thought you don't believe men and women could be friends.
Harry: When did I say that?
Sally: On the ride to New York.
Harry: No, no, no, I never said that....Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can. This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted....That doesn't work either, because what happens then is - the person you are involved with can't understand why you need to be friends with the person you are just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it. And when you say, "No, no, no, it's not true. Nothing is missing from the relationship", the person you are involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you are just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is - men and women can't be friends.
Harry: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally: Which one am I?
Harry: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you are low maintenance.
Harry: You have a sexual fantasy??
Sally: Yes.
Harry: How does it go?
Sally: There's always this man. I never see his face. Sort of like this faceless man.
Harry: Uhuh, so what does he do?
Sally: Well, he'd come up to me and rip my clothes off.
Harry: And?
Sally: That's it.
Harry: That's it?! That's the sexual fantasy you've been having since you were 12? Doesn't it ever vary?
Sally: Well yeah. The clothes I'm wearing.
Jess: Marriages don't break up on account of infidelity. Its just a symptom that something else is wrong.
Harry: Oh really? Well, that "symptom" is fucking my wife.
Harry: The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe that: (a) You're not home, (b) You're home but you don't want to talk to me, or (c) You're home, desperately want to talk to me, but you are trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), please give me a call.
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