“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. If it's either (a) or (c), please call me back.” –Harry, When Harry Met Sally
Classic! I have seen it . . . multiple times. It has been a while since I last saw it so when it was on the other day, I was sad that I couldn’t curl up on the couch and enjoy but I had places to go and people to see. I believe that anyone that has ever been in the dating world can find extremely relevant material while viewing this fabulous piece of cinema history.
Sally: Amanda mentioned you had a dark side.
Harry: That's what drew her to me.
Sally: Your dark side?
Harry: Sure. 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.
Sally: I have just as much of a dark side as the next person.
Harry: Oh, really? When I buy a new book, I read the last page first. That way, in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.
I don’t think in my history of dating that I haven’t been asked about my dark side. Of course I am just as guilty of asking about theirs. However I believe that any time a guy has asked me this question, he truly believes that I don’t have a dark side. From the surface it looks like I would dot my “i’s” with little hearts and that birds flock to my open window while I sing about sunshine and roses every morning. Honestly I don’t know if anyone has ever dated me long enough to find out the dark side while dating me. (hahaha, you didn’t really think that I was going to admit my dark side here did you?)
Sally: He just met her... She's supposed to be his transitional person, she's not supposed to be the ONE. All this time I thought he didn't want to get married. But, the truth is, he didn't want to marry me. He didn't love me.
Harry: If you could take him back now, would you?
Sally: No. But why didn't he want to marry me? What's the matter with me?
Sally: I'm difficult.
Harry: You're challenging.
Sally: I'm too structured, I'm completely closed off.
Harry: But in a good way.
Sally: No, no, no, I drove him away. AND, I'm gonna be forty.
Harry: In eight years.
Sally: But it's there. It's just sitting there, like some big dead end. And it's not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73.
Harry: Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up.
Ever had this conversation or at least something similar? Sometimes it scares me how much I can relate to Meg Ryan’s character in this movie. I have christened myself the Great Marriage Preparer. Almost without fail, every guy I have seriously dated has gotten married fairly quickly, usually well within a year, after dating me. The last incident definitely takes the cake though. No bitterness here.
I know that I could make this post last forever, but I won’t. I am going to include a few more of some of my favorite lines (but not even close to all of them). If you really want to have some fun, bring the movie over and watch it with me. I don’t normally talk through movies because I find it incredibly rude and irritating, but if encouraged I would add my commentary to this particular one.
Sally: I am not your consolation prize, Harry.
Harry: It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.
Harry: Had my dream again where I'm making love, and the Olympic judges are watching. I'd nailed the compulsories, so this is it, the finals. 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. Must have been the dismount.
Sally: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.