harry: i love you.
sally: how do you expect me to
respond to this?
harry: how about you love me, too?
sally: how about, i'm leaving.
harry: doesn't what i said mean
anything to you?
sally: i'm sorry, harry. i know
it's new year's eve. i know you're
feeling lonely, but you just can't
show up here, tell me you love me,
and expect that to make everything
all right. it doesn't work this way.
harry: well, how does it work?
sally: i don't know, but not this way.
harry: how about this way? i love
that you get cold when it's seventy-one
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
above your nose when you're lookin' at
me like i'm nuts. i love that after i
spend the 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.
sally: you see. that is just like you, harry.
you say things like that, and you make it
impossible for me to hate you, and i hate
you, harry. i really hate you. i hate you.
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