If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted. This is an amendment to the earlier rule. Yes, that's right, they can't be friends.unless both of them are involved with other people. Harry: No, no, no, no, I never said that. Harry: When did I say that? Sally: On the ride to New York. Sally: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends. Sally: I don't have a problem! Harry: Yeah you do. How long do you want to be held afterwards? All night, right? See there's your problem, somewhere between thirty seconds and all night is your problem. Is thirty seconds enough? Sally: That's what you're thinking? Is that true? Harry: Sure! All men think that. You go dancing, you do the white-man's over-bite, go back to her place, you have sex and the minute you're finished you know what goes through your mind? How long do I have to lie here and hold her before I can get up and go home. You meet someone, you have the safe lunch, you decide you like each other enough to move on to dinner. Sally: What "whole thing"? Harry: The whole life-of-a-single-guy thing. Plus, you know you just get to a certain point where you get tired of the whole thing. Harry: You'd be surprised by what falling madly in love will do to you. Sally: Well, that's just so optimistic of you, Harry. Sally: You are? Who is she? Harry: Her nam is Helen Hilson. You look like a normal person, but actually you are the angel of death. 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 never take me to the airport any more?" Sally: It's amazing. That's why I have never taken anyone to the airport at the beginning of a relationship. Harry: You take someone to the airport, it's clearly the beginning of the relationship. You were the only person that I knew in New York. Sally: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then. 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: 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: How do you know? Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. Sally: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge? Harry: No, what I'm saying is they all want to have sex with you. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved. 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. Harry: You realize, of course, that we can never be friends. 'Do it to me Sheldon, you're an animal Sheldon, ride me big Shel-don.' Doesn't work. but humpin' and pumpin' is not Sheldon's strong suit. A Sheldon can do your income taxes, if you need a root canal, Sheldon's your man. Harry: Shel? Sheldon? No, no, you did not have great sex with Sheldon. Harry: With whom did you have this great sex? Sally: I'm not going to tell you that. Sally: And in the meantime, you're gonna ruin your whole life waiting for it. Sally: - and you think this makes you a better person? Harry: Look, when the shit comes down, I'm gonna be prepared and you're not, that's all I'm saying. A fleeting thought that drifts in and out of the transom of your mind. Do you ever think about death? Sally: Yes. and I don't see that there's anything wrong with that. I mean, yes, basically I'm a happy person. Sally: That doesn't mean you're deep or anything. That way, in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. Harry: When I buy a new book, I always read the last page first. Sally: I have just as much of a dark side as the next person. Why? Don't you have a dark side? I know, you're probably one of those cheerful people who dot their "i's" with little hearts. If it's either (a) or (c), please call me back.ĭialogue Sally: Amanda mentioned you had a dark side. The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe you're either (a) not at home, (b) home but don't want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy.I got a 9.8 from the Canadians, a perfect 10 from the Americans, and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. I'd nailed the compulsories, so this is it, the finals. Had my dream again where I'm making love, and the Olympic judges are watching.
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