I was sitting with my friend Arthur Kornblum in a restaurant.
It was the Horn & Hardert Cafeteria.
And this beautiful girl walked in...
and I turned to Arthur, and I said...
"Arthur, you see that girl?
I'm going to marry her."
And two weeks later, we were married.
And it's over 50 years later...
and we're still married.
- I love you. - I love you.
Hi, Sally.
Sally, this is Harry Burns. Harry, this is Sally Albright.
Nice to meet you.
- You want to drive the first shift? - You're there already. You can start.
Back's open.
- Call me. - I'll call you as soon as I get there.
Call me from the road.
I'll call you before then.
- I love you. - I love you.
Sorry.
- I miss you already. - I miss you.
- Bye. - Bye.
I have it all figured out. It's an 18-hour trip...
which breaks down into six shifts of three hours each...
or alternatively we could break it down by mileage.
There's a map on the visor...
that I've marked to show the locations where we can change shifts.
Grape?
No. I don't like to eat between meals.
I'll roll down the window.
Why don't you tell me the story of your life.
- The story of my life? - We got 18 hours before we hit New York.
The story of my life isn't even going to get us out of Chicago.
Nothing's happened to me yet. That's why I'm going to New York.
So something'll happen to you? Like what?
I'm going to journalism school to become a reporter.
So you can write about things that happen to other people.
- That's one way to look at it. - Suppose nothing happens?
Suppose you live there your whole life and nothing happens?
You never become anything. Finally you die one of those deaths...
where nobody notices for two weeks until the smell drifts into the hallway.
- Amanda mentioned you had a dark side. - That's what drew her to me.
- Your dark side? - Sure. Don't you have a dark side?
You're probably one of those cheerful people who dots their "I's" with hearts.
I have just as much of a dark side as the next person.
Really? When I buy a new book, I always 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.
That doesn't mean you're deep or anything.
- Yes, basically I'm a happy person. - So am I.
There isn't anything wrong with that.
Of course not. You're too busy being happy. Ever think about death?
- Yes. - Sure you do.
A fleeting thought that drifts in and out of the transom of your mind.
I spend hours... I spend days...
And this makes you a better person?
When the shit comes down, I'm gonna be prepared, and you're not.
In the meantime, you're gonna ruin your whole life waiting for it.
- You're wrong. - I'm not wrong.
He wants her to leave. That's why he puts her on the plane.
- I don't think she wants to stay. - Of course she wants to stay.
Wouldn't you rather be with Humphrey Bogart than the other guy?
I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Casablanca...
married to a man who runs a bar.
That probably sounds snobbish to you, but I don't.
You'd rather be in a passionless marriage?
And be the first lady of Czechoslovakia.
Than live with a man you've had the greatest sex of your life with...
just because he owns a bar and that is all he does?
Yes. And so would any woman in her right mind.
Women are very practical, even Ingrid Bergman...
which is why she gets on the plane at the end of the movie.
I understand.
What? What?
- Nothing. - What?
Forget about it.
- Forget about what? - It's not important.
Just tell me.
Obviously you haven't had great sex yet.
- Two, please. - Right over there.
- Yes, I have. - No, you haven't.
It just so happens that I have had plenty of good sex.
With whom?
What?
With whom did you have this great sex?
I'm not gonna tell you that.
Fine. Don't tell me.
Shel Gordon.
Shel? Sheldon?
No. No, you did not have great sex with Sheldon.
- I did too. - No, you didn't.
Sheldon can do your income taxes.
If you need a root canal, Sheldon's your man.
But humping and pumping is not Sheldon's strong suit.
It's the name. "Do it to me, Sheldon.
You're an animal, Sheldon. Ride me, big Sheldon."
It doesn't work.
- What can I get you? - I'll have a number three.
I'd like the chef's salad, please, with the oil and vinegar on the side...
and the apple pie à la mode.
Chef and apple à la mode.
But I'd like the pie heated, and I want the ice cream on the side.
And I'd like strawberry instead of vanilla, if you have it.
If not, then no ice cream, just whipped cream, but only if it's real.
- If it's out of a can, then nothing. - Not even the pie?
No, just the pie, but then not heated.
What?
Nothing, nothing.
- How come you broke up with Sheldon? - How do you know we broke up?
If you didn't break up, you wouldn't be here with me.
You'd be with Sheldon, the Wonder Schlong.
First of all, I am not "with" you.
Second of all, it is none of your business why we broke up.
You're right. I don't want to know.
If you must know, it was because he was jealous...
and I had these "days of the week" underpants.
I'm sorry. I need a judge's ruling on this.
"Days of the week" underpants?
Yes. They had the days of the week on them...
and I thought they were funny.
One day, Sheldon says to me, "You never wear Sunday."
He's all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left it?
I told him, and he didn't believe me.
- What? - They don't make Sunday.
- Why not? - Because of God.
So 15 percent of my share...
is 90.
6.90.
Leave seven.
What?
Do I have something on my face?
You're a very attractive person.
Thank you.
Amanda never said how attractive you were.
Maybe she doesn't think I'm attractive.
I don't think it's a matter of opinion. Empirically, you are attractive.
Amanda is my friend.
So?
- So you're going with her. - So?
So you're coming on to me.
No, I wasn't.
What?
Can't a man say a woman is attractive without it being a come-on?
All right, all right.
Let's just say, just for the sake of argument, that it was a come-on.
What do you want me to do about it? I take it back, okay?
- You can't take it back. - Why not?
Because it's already out there.
Geez, what are we supposed to do? Call the cops. It's already out there.
Just let it lie.
Great. Let it lie.
That's my policy.
That's what I always say: Let it lie.
Wanna spend the night in a motel? See what I did? I didn't let it lie.
I said I would, and then I didn't. I went the other way. What?
We are just going to be friends, okay?
Great. Friends. It's the best thing.
You realize that we could never be friends.
Why not?
What I'm saying is... and this is not a come-on in any way...
men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
That's not true.
I have a number of men friends, and there is no sex involved.
- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.
You only think you do.
You're saying I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
What I'm saying is, they all want to have sex with you.
- They do not. - Do too.
How do you know?
Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive.
He always wants to have sex with her.
So you're saying a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive.
No. You pretty much want to nail them too.
What if they don't want to have sex with you?
Doesn't matter, because the sex thing is already out there...
so the friendship is ultimately doomed, and that's the end of the story.
- I guess we're not gonna be friends. - Guess not.
That's too bad.
You were the only person that I knew in New York.
- Thanks for the ride. - Yeah. It was interesting.
- It was nice knowing you. - Yeah.
Well, have a nice life.
You too.
We fell in love in high school.
Yeah, we were high school sweethearts.
But then after our junior year, his parents moved away.
But I never forgot her.
He never forgot me.
Her face was burned on my brain.
It was 34 years later that I was walking down Broadway...
and I saw her come out of Toffenetti's.
We both looked at each other...
and it was just as though not a single day had gone by.
She was just as beautiful as she was at 16.
He was just the same.
He looked exactly the same.
Joe! I thought it was you.
- Harry Burns. - Harry, how're you doin'?
- Good. How're you doing? - Fine. I'm doing fine.
I thought it was you. And here it is, it's you.
- Yeah, it was. - Still with the D.A.'s office?
No. I switched to the other side. What about you?
I'm working with a small firm. We do political consulting.
Yeah, it's great.
Harry, this is Sally Albright. Harry Burns.
Harry and I lived in the same building.
I got a plane to catch. It was good to see you.
- You too. - Bye.
Thank God he couldn't place me.
I drove from college to New York with him five years ago...
and it was the longest night of my life.
What happened?
He made a pass at me, and when I said no...
He was going with a girlfriend of mine...
Oh, God, I can't remember her name.
Don't get involved with me.
I'm 26, and I can't remember the name of the girl I was good friends with...
I wouldn't get involved with her boyfriend.
So what happened?
- When? - When he made a pass at you?
I said we could just be friends.
And this part I remember. He said that men and women...
could never really be friends.
Do you think that's true?
Do you have any women friends? Just friends?
But I will get one if it's important to you.
Amanda Reese.
That was her name. Thank God!
I will miss you.
I love you.
You do?
Yes.
I love you.
What would you like to drink?
- Nothing, thanks. - Do you have any Bloody Mary mix?
- Yes. - No, wait. Here's what I want:
Regular tomato juice filled up about three-quarters.
Then add just a splash of Bloody Mary mix...
and a piece of lime on the side.
The University of Chicago, right?
Yes.
Did you look this good at the University of Chicago?
- No. - Did we ever...
We drove from Chicago to New York together after graduation.
- Would you two like to sit together? - Great! Thank you.
You were a good friend of...
Amanda's.
I can't believe you can't remember her name.
What do you mean? I can remember. Amanda Rice.
- Reese. - Right. What ever happened to her?
- I have no idea. - You have no idea?
You were really good friends with her. We didn't make it because of that.
- You went with her. - And was it worth it?
The sacrifice for a friend you don't even keep in touch with?
Harry, you might not believe this...
but I never considered not sleeping with you a sacrifice.
Fair enough. Fair enough.
- You were going to be a gymnast. - Ajournalist.
Right. And?
I am a journalist. I work at The News.
Great. And you're with Joe.
Well, that's great.
Great. You're together what, three weeks?
A month. How did you know that?
You take someone to the airport, it's at the beginning of a relationship.
That's why I have never taken anyone to the airport...
at the beginning of a relationship.
- Why? - Because eventually things move on...
and I never wanted anyone to say to me...
"How come you never take me to the airport anymore?"
It's amazing. You look like a normal person...
but actually you are the Angel of Death.
Are you gonna marry him?
We have only known each other for a month...
and neither one of us is looking to get married right now.
- I'm getting married. - You are?
- Yeah.
Who is she?
Helen Hillson. She's a lawyer. She's keeping her name.
- You're getting married? - Yeah.
What's so funny about that?
It's just so optimistic of you, Harry.
You'd be amazed what falling madly in love can do for you.
It's nice to see you embracing life in this manner.
Plus, you just get to a certain point where you get tired of the whole thing.
- What whole thing? - The "life of a single guy" thing.
You meet someone. You have lunch.
You decide you like each other enough to move on to dinner.
You go dancing. You do the White Man's Overbite.
Go back to her place, have sex, and when you're finished...
you know what goes through your mind?
"How long do I have to lie here and hold her before I can go home?
Is 30 seconds enough?"
That's what you're thinking? Is that true?
Sure. All men think that.
How long do you like to be held afterwards? All night, right?
That's the problem.
Somewhere between 30 seconds and all night is your problem.
- I don't have a problem. - Yeah, you do.
- Staying over? - Yes.
Would you like to have dinner? Just friends.
I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.
- When did I say that? - On the ride to New York.
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 they're in relationships...
the pressure of possible involvement is lifted.
That doesn't work either, because then the person you're involved with...
can't understand why you need to be friends...
with the person you're just friends with.
Like it means something is missing from the relationship.
Then when you say, "Nothing is missing from the relationship"...
the person you're involved with accuses you...
of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with...
which you probably are.
Who are we kidding?
Which brings us back to the rule before the amendment:
Men and women can't be friends. Where does that leave us?
- Harry? - What?
Good-bye.
I'll just stop walking. I'll let you go ahead.
We were married 40 years ago.
We were married three years, we got a divorce.
- Then I married Marjorie. - But first you lived with Barbara.
Right. But I didn't marry Barbara. I married Marjorie.
- Then he got a divorce. - Right. Then I married Katie.
Another divorce.
Then a couple of years later at Eddie Collecio's funeral...
I ran into her.
I was with some girl I don't even remember.
- Roberta. - Right. Roberta.
But I couldn't take my eyes off you.
I remember I snuck over to her and I said...
What did I say?
- You said, "What are you doing after?" - Right.
So I ditch Roberta. We go for coffee. A month later, we're married.
Thirty-five years to the day after our first marriage.
- I went through his pockets. - Why do you go through his pockets?
You know what I found? They just bought a dining room table.
He and his wife went out and spent $ 1,600 on a dining room table.
- Where? - The point isn't where, Alice.
The point is, he's never gonna leave her.
You've known this for two years.
You're right. You're right. I know you're right.
Why can't you find someone single?
When I was single, I knew lots of nice single men.
- Sally found someone. - Sally got the last good one.
Joe and I broke up.
- When? - Monday.
- You waited three days to tell us? - Joe's available?
Don't you have any feelings about this? She's obviously upset.
I'm not that upset. We've been growing apart for quite a while.
But you guys were a couple. You had someone to go places with.
You had a date on national holidays.
I said to myself, "You deserve more than this. You're 31."
- And the clock is ticking. - It doesn't tick until you're 36.
God, you're in such great shape.
I've had a few days to get used to it, and I feel okay.
Good. Then you're ready.
- Really, Marie! - How else do you think you do it?
I've got the perfect guy.
I don't happen to find him attractive, but you might.
She doesn't have a problem with chins.
- Marie, I'm not ready yet. - You just said you were over him.
I am over him, but I'm in a mourning period.
Who is it?
Alex Anderson.
You fixed me up with him six years ago.
Sorry.
God. All right. Wait. Here.
Here we go. Ken Darman.
He's been married for over a year.
Really?
Married.
- Oh, wait. Wait. I got one. - Look.
There is no point in my going out with someone I might really like...
if I met him at the right time but who right now has no chance...
of being anything to me but a transitional man.
But don't wait too long.
Remember what happened with David Warsaw?
His wife left him, and everyone said, "Give him some time.
Don't move in too fast."
Six months later, he was dead.
You're saying I should get married right away in case he's about to die?
At least you could say you were married.
I'm saying that the right man for you might be out there right now.
If you don't grab him, someone else will.
You'll spend the rest of your life knowing that someone else...
is married to your husband.
When did this happen?
Friday. Helen comes home from work, and she says...
"I don't know if I want to be married anymore."
Like it's the institution. Like it's nothing personal...
just something she's been thinking about in a casual way.
I'm calm. I say...
"Why don't we take some time and think about it? Don't rush into anything."
Right.
Next day, she says she's thought about it and she wants a trial separation.
She just wants to try it, she says, but we can still date.
Like this is supposed to cushion the blow.
I got married so I could stop dating.
I don't see where dating is any incentive...
since the last thing you want to do is date your wife...
who's supposed to love you, which is what I'm saying to her...
when it occurs to me that maybe she doesn't.
So I say to her, "Don't you love me anymore?"
Do you know what she says? "I don't know if I've ever loved you."
That's harsh.
- You don't recover from that right away. - Thanks, Jess.
I'm a writer. I know dialogue. And that's particularly harsh.
Then she tells me that somebody in her office is going to South America...
and she can sublet his apartment.
I can't believe this. And the doorbell rings.
"I can sublet his apartment."
The words are still hanging in the air, like in a balloon attached to a mouth...
- Like in a cartoon. - Right.
So I go to the door, and there are moving men there.
Now I start to get suspicious.
I say, "When did you call these movers?"
She doesn't say anything.
I ask the movers, "When did this woman book you for this gig?"
They're just standing there, three huge guys...
one of them wearing a T-shirt that says, "Don't fuck with Mr. Zero."
So I said, "Helen, when did you make this arrangement?"
She says, "A week ago."
I said, "You've known for a week, and you didn't tell me?"
And she says, "I didn't want to ruin your birthday."
Mr. Zero knew you were getting a divorce a week before you did?
- Mr. Zero knew. - I can't believe this.
- I haven't told you the bad part yet. - What's worse than Mr. Zero knowing?
It's all a lie.
She's in love with somebody else.
Some tax attorney. She moved in with him.
How did you find out?
I followed her. I stood outside the building.
- So humiliating. - Tell me about it.
And, you know, I knew.
I knew the whole time that even though we were happy it was just an illusion...
and that one day she would kick the shit out of me.
Marriages don't break up on account of infidelity.
It's just a symptom that something else is wrong.
Oh, really? Well, that symptom is fucking my wife.
So I just happened to see his American Express bill.
What do you mean you "just happened to see it"?
He was shaving, and there it was in his briefcase.
What if he came out and saw you looking through his briefcase?
You're missing the point. I'm telling you what I found.
He just spent $ 120 on a new nightgown for his wife.
I don't think he's ever gonna leave her.
No one thinks he's ever gonna leave her.
You're right. You're right. I know you're right.
Someone is staring at you in Personal Growth.
I know him.
You'd like him. He's married.
Who is he?
Harry Burns. He's a political consultant.
He's cute.
- You think he's cute? - How do you know he's married?
'Cause last time I saw him he was getting married.
- When was that? - Six years ago.
So he might not be married anymore.
Also, he's obnoxious.
This is just like in the movies...
in The Lady Vanishes when she says, "You're the most obnoxious man..."
- "The most contemptible." - Then they fall madly in love.
- Also, he never remembers me. - Sally Albright.
- Hi, Harry. - I thought it was you.
It is. This is Marie.
- Was Marie. - How are you?
- Fine. - How's Joe?
Fine. I hear he's fine.
You're not with Joe anymore?
We just broke up.
I'm sorry. That's too bad.
Yeah. Well, you know.
Yeah.
So, what about you?
- I'm fine. - How's married life?
Not so good. I'm getting a divorce.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Yeah. Well, what are you gonna do?
What happened with you guys?
When Joe and I started seeing each other, we wanted exactly the same thing.
We wanted to live together but not get married...
because every time anyone we knew got married, it ruined their relationship.
They practically never had sex again.
It's true.
It's one of the secrets that no one ever tells you.
I would sit around with my girlfriends who have kids...
Actually, my one girlfriend who has kids... Alice.
She would complain how she and Gary never did it anymore.
She didn't even complain about it. She just said it matter-of-factly.
She said they were up all night, they were both exhausted all the time...
the kids just took every sexual impulse they had out of them.
Joe and I used to say we're so lucky.
We have this wonderful relationship.
We can have sex on the kitchen floor and not worry about the kids walking in.
We can fly off to Rome on a moment's notice.
Then one day I was taking Alice's little girl for the afternoon...
because I promised to take her to the circus.
And we were in the cab playing "I Spy."
"I spy a mailbox. I spy a lamp post."
And she looked out the window and saw this man and this woman...
with these two little kids...
and the man had one of the kids on his shoulders.
And she said, "I spy a family."
And I started to cry.
You know, I just started crying.
I went home, and I said...
"The thing is, Joe, we never do fly off to Rome on a moment's notice."
And the kitchen floor?
Not once.
It's this very cold, hard Mexican ceramic tile.
Anyway, we talked about it for a long time...
and I said, "This is what I want."
And he said, "Well, I don't."
And I said, "Well, I guess it's over." And he left.
And the thing is, I feel really fine.
I am over him. I mean, I really am over him.
That was it for him. That was the most that he could give.
And every time I think about it, I am more convinced I did the right thing.
Boy, you sound really healthy.
Yeah.
- At least I got the apartment. - That's what everybody says to me too.
But, really, what's so hard about finding an apartment?
What you do is you read the obituary column.
You find out who died, go to the building and tip the doorman.
What they could do to make it easier is combine the obituaries...
with the real estate section.
Then you have, "Mr. Klein died today, leaving a wife, two children...
and a spacious three-bedroom apartment with a wood-burning fireplace."
The first time we met, I really didn't like you that much.
- I didn't like you. - Yeah, you did.
You were just so uptight then. You're much softer now.
I hate that kind of remark.
It sounds like a compliment, but really it's an insult.
Okay, you're still as hard as nails.
I just didn't want to sleep with you, and you had to write it off...
as a character flaw instead of dealing with the possibility...
that it might have something to do with you.
What's the statute of limitations on apologies?
- Ten years. - I can just get it in under the wire.
Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?
Are we becoming friends now?
Well...
yeah.
Great. A woman friend.
You may be the first attractive woman...
I have not wanted to sleep with in my entire life.
That's wonderful, Harry.
- We were both born in the same hospital. - In 1921.
- Seven days apart. - In the same hospital.
- We lived a block away from each other. - We both lived in tenements.
- On the Lower East Side. - On Delancey Street.
My family moved to the Bronx when I was ten.
- Hers moved when she was 11. - I lived on 183rd Street.
- She worked on the 15th floor... - I worked for a prominent neurologist.
As a nurse where I had a practice on the 14th floor of the same building.
- We never met. - Never met.
Can you imagine that?
You know where we met?
- In an elevator... - I was visiting family.
- In the Ambassador Hotel in Chicago. - He was on the third floor.
I was on the 12th.
I rode up nine extra floors just to keep talking to her.
Nine extra floors.
- Hello. - You sleeping?
No, I was watching Casablanca.
- Channel, please. - Eleven.
Thank you. Got it.
You're telling me you would be happier with Victor Laszlo than with Bogart?
- When did I say that? - When we drove to New York.
I would never have said that.
All right, fine. Have it your way.
- Have you been sleeping? - Why?
'Cause I haven't been sleeping.
I really miss Helen.
Maybe I'm coming down with something.
Last night I was up at 4... 00 a.m. Watching Leave It To Beaver in Spanish.
I'm not well.
I went to bed at 7... 30 last night. I haven't done that since the 3rd grade.
That's the good thing about depression. You get your rest.
- I'm not depressed. - Okay, fine.
Do you still sleep on the same side of the bed?
I did for a while, but now I'm pretty much using the whole bed.
God, that's great.
I feel weird when just my leg wanders over.
I miss her.
- I don't miss him. I really don't. - Not even a little?
You know what I miss?
I miss the idea of him.
Maybe I only miss the idea of Helen.
No, I miss the whole Helen.
Last scene.
Good-bye, Rick. I will miss you.
Ooh, Ingrid Bergman.
- Now, she's low maintenance. - Low maintenance?
There are two kinds of women... high maintenance and low maintenance.
And Ingrid Bergman is low maintenance?
An LM, definitely.
- Which one am I? - You're the worst kind.
You're high maintenance, but you think you're low maintenance.
- I don't see that. - You don't see that?
"Waiter, I'll begin with the house salad but I don't want the regular dressing.
I'll have the Balsamic vinegar and oil but on the side.
And then the salmon with the mustard sauce, but the sauce on the side."
"On the side" is a very big thing for you.
- I just want it the way I want it. - I know. High maintenance.
10,000 francs should pay our expenses.
"Our" expenses?
Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Best last line of a movie ever.
I'm definitely coming down with something.
Probably a 24-hour tumor. They're going around.
- You don't have a tumor. - How do you know?
If you're so worried, see a doctor.
He'll just tell me it's nothing.
- Will you be able to sleep? - If not, I'll be okay.
- What'll you do? - I'll stay up and moan.
Maybe I should practice now.
Good night, Harry.
Good night.
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 Canadian, a perfect 10 from the American...
and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6.
Must have been the dismount.
Basically, it's the same one I've been having since I was 12.
- What happens? - No, it's too embarrassing.
- Don't tell me. - Okay, there's this guy.
- What's he look like? - I don't know.
- He's just kind of faceless. - Faceless guy. Then what?
He rips off my clothes.
Then what happens?
That's it.
That's it?
A faceless guy rips off your clothes...
and that's the sex fantasy you've been having since you were 12?
Exactly the same?
Well, sometimes I vary it a little.
- Which part? - What I'm wearing.
- What? - Nothing.
I have decided that for the rest of the day...
we are going to talk like this.
- Like this? - No.
Please to repeat after me.
Pepper.
Waiter, there is too much pepper on my paprikash.
Waiter, there is too much pepper...
On my paprikash.
But I would be proud to partake of your pecan pie.
But I would be proud...
to partake...
of your pecan pie.
Pecan pie.
Would you like to go to the movies with me tonight?
Not to repeat. Please, to answer.
Would you like to go to the movies with me tonight?
I'd love to, but I can't.
What, do you have a hot date?
Well, yeah. Yeah.
Really?
I was going to tell you about it, but I felt strange about it.
- Why? - Because we've been together a lot.
I think it's great you have a date.
- You do? - Yeah.
- Is that what you're gonna wear? - Yeah.
Well, I don't know. Why?
I think you should wear skirts more. You look really good in skirts.
- I do? - Yeah.
I have a theory that hieroglyphics...
are really an ancient comic strip about a character named Sphinxy.
You should get out there too.
- Oh, I'm not ready. - You should.
I would not be good for anybody right now.
It's time.
It was the most uncomfortable night of my life.
See, now, it has to go this way.
The first date back is always the toughest.
You only had one date.
How do you know it's not gonna get worse?
How much worse can it get than finishing dinner...
having him reach over, pull a hair out of my head and start flossing with it?
We're talking dream date compared to my horror.
It started out fine. She's a very nice person.
We're at this Ethiopian restaurant that she wanted to go to.
I was making jokes like, "I didn't know they had food in Ethiopia.
This'll be a quick meal. I'll order two empty plates and we can leave."
Yeah. Nothing from her, not even a smile.
I downshift into small talk, and I ask her where she went to school.
She says Michigan State...
and this reminds me of Helen.
All of a sudden I'm in the middle of this massive anxiety attack.
My heart's beating like a wild man, and I start sweating like a pig.
Helen went to Michigan State?
No, she went to Northwestern, but they're both Big Ten schools.
I got so upset, I had to leave the restaurant.
I think this takes a long time.
It might be months before we're able to enjoy going out with someone new.
Yeah.
And maybe longer before we're actually able to go to bed with someone new.
Oh, I went to bed with her.
- You went to bed with her? - Sure.
I don't understand this relationship.
What do you mean?
- Do you enjoy being with her? - Yeah.
- Do you find her attractive? - Yeah.
- And you're not sleeping with her? - No.
You're afraid to let yourself be happy.
Why can't you give me credit for this? This is a big thing for me.
I've never had a relationship with a woman that didn't involve sex.
- I feel like I'm growing. - Are you finished?
I got a stack of quarters and I was here first.
- Were not! - Was too!
- Big jerk. - Little creep.
- Where was I? - You were growing.
Yeah.
It's very freeing.
I can say anything to her.
You can say things to her you can't say to me?
No, it's just different. It's a whole different perspective.
I get the woman's point of view on things.
She tells me about the men she dates, and I talk to her about the women I see.
- You tell her about other women? - Yeah.
Like the other night, I made love to this woman, and it was so incredible...
I took her to a place that wasn't human.
She actually meowed.
- You made a woman meow? - Yeah.
That's the point. I can say these things to her.
And the great thing is, I don't have to lie...
because I'm not always thinking about how to get her into bed.
I can just be myself.
You made a woman meow?
What do you do with these women? You just get out of bed and leave?
- Sure. - Explain how you do it. What do you say?
I say I have an early meeting, early haircut, early squash game.
- You don't play squash. - They don't know that. They just met me.
- That's disgusting. - I know. I feel terrible.
I'm so glad I never got involved with you.
I would have ended up being some woman...
you had to get out of bed and leave at 3:00 a.m. And clean your andirons.
And you don't even have a fireplace. Not that I would know this.
Why are you getting upset? This is not about you.
Yes, it is.
You are a human affront to all women, and I am a woman.
I don't feel great about this, but I don't hear anyone complaining.
Of course not. You're out the door too fast.
I think they have an okay time.
- How do you know? - What do you mean? I know.
Because they...
Yes, because they...
How do you know that they're really...
What are you saying? That they fake orgasm?
- It's possible. - Get outta here.
Why? Most women, at one time or another, have faked it.
- They haven't faked it with me. - How do you know?
Because I know.
Right. That's right.
I forgot. You're a man.
- What is that supposed to mean? - Nothing.
All men are sure it never happened to them, and most women have done it.
You do the math.
You don't think that I can tell the difference?
Get outta here.
Are you okay?
Oh, God.
Oh, God!
Oh, yeah, right there.
Yes!
I'll have what she's having.
I like you without your beard. You can see your face.
Yeah, it is my face.
I'm dipping you.
I really want to thank you for taking me out tonight.
Don't be silly. Next New Year's Eve, if neither one of us is with anybody...
you got a date.
Deal.
Now we can dance cheek-to-cheek.
Hey, everybody, ten seconds to New Year!
- Ten, nine, eight... - Wanna get some air?
- Yeah. - Seven, six...
five, four...
three, two, one!
Happy New Year!
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
Happy New Year.
And days of auld lang syne
Well, he was the head counselor at the boys' camp...
and I was the head counselor at the girls' camp.
They had a social one night, and he walked across the room.
I thought he was coming to talk to my friend Maxine...
'cause people were always crossing rooms to talk to Maxine.
But he was coming to talk to me, and he said...
"I'm Ben Small of the Coney Island Smalls."
At that moment, I knew.
I knew the way you know about a good melon.
You sent flowers to yourself?
Sixty dollars I spent on this big, stupid arrangement of flowers...
and I wrote a card that I planned to leave on the front table...
where Arthur would just happen to see it.
What did the card say?
"Please say yes. Love, Jonathan."
- Did it work? - He never even came over.
He forgot this charity thing that his wife is chairman of.
- He's never gonna leave her! - Of course he isn't.
You're right. I know you're right. Where is this place?
Somewhere in the next block.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Look, Harry is one of my best friends, and you are one of my best friends.
If by some chance you two hit it off, then we can all still be friends...
instead of drifting apart...
like you do when you get involved with someone who doesn't know your friends.
You and I haven't drifted apart since I started seeing Arthur.
If Arthur ever left his wife and I actually met him...
I am sure that you and I would drift apart.
He's never gonna leave her.
Of course he isn't.
You're right. You're right. I know you're right.
- I don't know about this. - It's just a dinner.
I've finally gotten to a place in my life...
where I'm comfortable with the fact that it's just me and my work.
If she's so great, why aren't you taking her out?
How many times do I have to tell you? We're just friends.
- You're saying she's not attractive? - I told you she is attractive.
You also said she had a good personality.
She has a good personality.
What?
When someone's not that attractive...
they're always described as having a good personality.
If you had asked me, "What does she look like?" and I said...
"She has a good personality," that means she's not attractive.
But just because I happened to mention she has a good personality...
she could be either.
She could be attractive with a good personality...
or not attractive with a good personality.
- So which one is she? - Attractive.
But not beautiful, right?
It's like whenever I read Jimmy Breslin...
it's as if he's leaving a kind of a wake-up call...
for the City of New York.
What do you mean by a wake-up call?
He's saying the people in the city...
- An art director. - Would I have seen any of your windows?
At Barney's a couple of weeks ago I did a thing with hostages.
- The people in blindfolds. - Yeah.
I thought it was like late '80s.
- It's macho. - That's interesting.
Let's just say I'm not a big fan of Jimmy Breslin.
He's the reason I became a writer, but that's not important.
Harry, you and Marie are both from New Jersey.
- Really? - Where are you from?
- South Orange. - Haddenfield.
So what are we gonna order?
Well, I'm going to start with the grilled radicchio.
Sally is a great orderer.
Not only does she always pick the best thing on the menu...
but she orders it in a way that even the chef didn't know how good it could be.
- Restaurants have become too important. - I agree.
"Restaurants are to people in the '80s...
what theater was to people in the '60s."
I read that in a magazine.
I wrote that.
- Get outta here. - No, I did. I wrote that.
I've never quoted anything from a magazine in my life.
Don't you think that's amazing? And you wrote it?
I also wrote, "Pesto is the quiche of the '80s."
- Get over yourself! - I did!
- Where did I read that? - New York magazine.
Sally writes for New York magazine.
That piece had a real impact on me. I don't know that much about writing...
It spoke to you, and that pleases me.
I mean, you have to admire people who can be that articulate...
Nobody has ever quoted me back to me before.
I've been looking for a red suede pump.
What do you think of Jess?
- Well... - Do you think you could go out with him?
- I don't know. - I feel really comfortable with him.
- You want to go out with Jess. - If it would be all right with you.
Sure, sure.
I'm just worried about Harry. He's very sensitive.
He's going through a rough period. I just don't want you to reject him.
I wouldn't. I totally understand.
If you don't think you're going to call Marie, do you mind if I call her?
- No. - Good, good, good.
But for tonight you shouldn't. Sally's very vulnerable right now.
You can call Marie, but just wait a week or so.
- Don't make any moves tonight. - No problem.
I wasn't even thinking about tonight.
I don't feel much like walking anymore. I think I'll get a cab.
- I'll go with you. - Great!
Taxi!
A man came to me and said...
"I found nice girl for you.
She lives in the next village...
and she is ready for marriage."
We were not supposed to meet until the wedding...
but I wanted to make sure.
So I sneak into her village...
hid behind a tree...
watch her washing the clothes.
I think if I don't like the way she looks...
I don't marry her.
But she looked really nice to me.
So I said, "Okay," to the man.
We get married.
We're married for 55 years.
- I have to get this. - We're here for Jess and Marie.
We'll find them something. There's great stuff here.
- We should've gone to the plant store. - Perfect for them.
What's that?
Battery-operated pith helmet, with fan.
Why is this necessary in life?
I don't know. Look at this. It also makes great fries.
Uh-oh. Call off the dogs. The hunt is over.
Sally, this is the greatest.
Sally, please report to me.
This is the greatest. You're gonna love this.
This is a singing machine.
You sing the lead, and this has the backup and everything.
This is from Oklahoma. Here's the lyrics right here.
- "Surrey With the Fringe on Top." - Yes. Perfect.
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in my surrey
With the fringe on top Now you.
Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
When I drive them high-steppin'strutters
Nosy pokes will peek through the shutters
And their eyes will pop
The wheels are yellow the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather
With isinglass curtains that will roll...
What?
It's my voice, isn't it? You hate my voice.
- I know. It's terrible. Joe hated it. - It's Helen.
Helen?
She's coming right towards me.
How are you, Harry?
Fine. I'm fine.
This is Ira Stone. Harry Burns.
I'm sorry. This is Sally Albright.
Helen Hillson and Ira.
- Nice to meet you. - Hi.
Well...
see you.
Yeah. Bye.
Nice to meet you, Ira.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm perfect.
She looked weird, didn't she? She looked really weird.
- She looked very weird. - I've never seen her before.
Trust me. She looked weird. Her legs looked heavy.
Really. She must be retaining water.
Believe me, the woman saved everything.
You sure you're okay?
Oh, I'm fine. Look, it had to happen at some point.
In a city of eight million people, you're bound to run into your ex-wife.
So, boom, it happened. And now I'm fine.
I like it. It works. It says home to me.
All right. We'll let Harry and Sally be the judge.
What do you think?
- It's nice. - Case closed.
Of course he likes it. He's a guy. Sally.
What's so awful about it?
It's so awful, there's no way to begin to explain what's so awful about it.
Honey, I don't object to any of your things.
If we had an extra room, you could put all your things in it...
- including your bar stools... - Wait. You don't like my bar stools?
Harry, come on. Someone has to be on my side.
I'm on your side. I'm just trying to help you have good taste.
I have good taste.
Everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor...
but they couldn't possibly all have good taste.
You know, it's funny. We started out like this, Helen and I.
We had blank walls. We hung things. We picked out tiles together.
Then you know what happens? Six years later, you find yourself singing...
"Surrey With a Fringe on Top" in front of Ira!
Do we have to talk about this right now?
Yes, right now actually is the perfect time to talk about this...
because I want our friends to benefit from the wisdom of my experience.
Right now everything is great. Everyone is happy. Everyone is in love.
And that's wonderful. But you gotta know that sooner or later...
you're gonna be screaming at each other about who's gonna get this dish.
This eight-dollar dish will cost you a thousand dollars in phone calls...
to the legal firm of "That's Mine, This is Yours."
Please.
Do me a favor for your own good.
Put your name in your books right now...
before they get mixed up and you don't know whose is whose.
Because someday, believe it or not...
you'll go 15 rounds over who's gonna get this coffee table.
This stupid, wagon wheel...
Roy Rogers, garage sale coffee table!
- I thought you liked it. - I was being nice!
He just bumped into Helen.
I want you to know...
that I will never want that wagon wheel coffee table.
I know. I know. I shouldn't have done that.
Harry, you're gonna have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling...
that you have every moment that you have them.
- Oh, really? - Yes.
There are times and places for things.
The next time you're giving a lecture series on social graces, let me know...
'cause I'll sign up.
Hey! You don't have to take your anger out on me.
I'm entitled to throw a little anger your way...
especially when I'm being told how to live my life by Miss Hospital Corners.
- What's that supposed to mean? - I mean nothing bothers you.
- You never get upset about anything. - Don't be ridiculous.
What? You never get upset about Joe.
I never see that back up on you. How is that possible?
Don't you experience any feelings of loss?
I don't have to take this crap from you.
If you're so over Joe, why aren't you seeing anyone?
- I see people! - See people.
Have you slept with one person since you broke up with Joe?
What the hell does that have to do with anything?
That will prove I'm over Joe because I fuck somebody?
You'll have to move back to New Jersey...
because you slept with everybody in New York...
and I don't see that turning Helen into a faint memory for you.
Besides, I will make love to somebody when it is making love...
not the way you do it, like you're out for revenge or something.
Are you finished now?
Yes.
Can I say something?
Yes.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Don't say a word.
It's a monkey. Monkey see, monkey do.
- It's an ape. Going ape. - It's a baby!
- Planet of the Apes. - She just said it's a baby.
- How about planet of the dopes? - It doesn't look like a baby.
Bigmouth baby. Mick Jagger as a baby!
- Baby ape! Baby ape! - Stop with the apes, would you?
- Baby's breath! - Rosemary's Baby's mouth.
- Won't you come home, Bill Baby? - Kiss the baby.
- Melancholy Baby's mouth. - Baby fish mouth! Baby fish mouth!
- Fifteen seconds. - Baby Boom!
- Baby... - Draw something resembling anything.
- Crying baby. Kiss the baby. - Baby spitting up. Exorcist baby!
- Yes, sir, that's my baby! - No, sir, don't mean maybe.
- That's it. Time's up. - Baby talk.
Baby talk? What's that? That's not a saying.
Oh, but "baby fish mouth" is sweeping the nation. I hear them talking.
Final score. Our team, 110. You guys, 60.
I can't draw.
No. That's a baby, and it's clearly talking.
You're wonderful.
All right, who wants coffee?
- I do, and I love you. - Do you have any tea?
- One tea. - Industrial strength.
- I'll help you. Decaf? - Yeah.
- Where's the bathroom? - Through that door, down the hall.
Never looked like a baby to me.
- Which part? - All of it.
You were gonna show me the cover off your book.
It's in the den. Julian, help yourself. Have more wine, whatever you like.
I like saying, "It's in the den." It's got a nice ring to it.
Emily is a little young for Harry, don't you think?
Well, she's young, but look what she's done.
What has she done? She makes desserts.
Does Julian seem a little stuffy to you?
He's a good guy. You should talk to him, get to know him.
He's too tall to talk to.
She makes 3,500 chocolate mousse pies a week.
Emily is "Aunt Emily"?
He took us all to a Met game last week. It was great.
- You all went to a Met game together? - Yeah, but it was a last-minute thing.
But Sally hates baseball.
- Harry doesn't even like sweets. - Julian is great.
I know. He's a grown-up.
- Emily is terrific. - Yeah.
Of course when I asked her where she was when Kennedy was shot...
she said, "Ted Kennedy was shot?"
- Hello. - Are you alone?
- Yeah, I was just finishing a book. - Could you come over?
- What's the matter? - He's getting married.
- Who? - Joe.
I'll be right there.
Are you all right?
Come on in.
- I'm sorry to call you so late. - It's all right.
- I need a Kleenex. - Okay.
He just called me up, "wanted to see how you were."
"Fine. How are you?" "Fine."
His secretary is on vacation, everything's all backed up...
he's got a big case in Newark, blah, blah, blah.
And I'm sitting on the phone thinking...
"I'm over him. I really am over him.
I can't believe I was ever remotely interested in any of this."
And then he said, "I have some news."
She works in his office. She's a paralegal. Her name is Kimberly.
He just met her.
She's supposed to be his transitional person.
She's not supposed to be the one.
All this time, I've been saying that he didn't wanna get married.
But the truth is, he didn't wanna marry me.
He didn't love me.
If you could take him back right now, would you?
But why didn't he wanna marry me?
- What's the matter with me? - Nothing.
- I'm difficult. - You're challenging.
I'm too structured. I'm completely closed off.
But in a good way.
No. No, I drove him away.
And I'm gonna be 40.
When?
- Someday. - In eight years.
But it's there.
It's just sitting there like this big dead end.
And it's not the same for men.
Charlie Chaplin had babies when he was 73.
Yeah, but he was too old to pick 'em up.
Oh, come here. Come here.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be fine. You'll see.
Go ahead. It's not one of my favorites anyway.
It's gonna be okay. Hmm?
- I'll make some tea. - Could you hold me a little longer?
Oh, sure.
- Are you comfortable? - Sure.
Do you want something to drink or something?
No, I'm okay.
Well, I'm gonna get up for some water, so it's really no trouble.
Okay, water.
You have all your videotapes alphabetized and on index cards?
- Thank you. - Do you wanna watch something?
- No, not unless you do. - No. That's okay.
Do you wanna go to sleep?
Okay.
Where are you going?
I gotta go.
I gotta go home, change my clothes and go to work. And so do you.
But after work I'd like to take you out to dinner if you're free.
- Are you free? - Yes.
Fine. I'll call you later.
- Fine. - Fine.
Yours.
- Hello. - I'm sorry to call so early.
- Are you all right? - No one I know would call at this hour.
- I did something terrible. - What did you do?
- No one I know would call at this hour. - It's so awful.
- I need to talk. - What happened?
- What's the matter? - Harry came over last night.
- I went to Sally's last night. - I was upset Joe was getting married.
- One thing led to another. - Before I knew it we were kissing.
- To make a long story short, we did it. - We did it.
- They did it. - That's great, Sally.
- We've been praying for you. - You should've in the first place.
- We've been saying you should do it. - You belong together.
- Like killing two birds with one stone. - It's like two wrongs make a right.
- How was it? - During was good.
- I thought it was good. - Then I felt suffocated.
- Then I guess it wasn't. - Jesus, I'm sorry.
- I had to get out of there. - He just disappeared.
- I feel so bad. - I'm so embarrassed.
- I don't blame you. - That's horrible.
- I'm coming down with something. - I'm catching a cold.
It would've been great if it worked out, but it didn't.
You should never go to bed with anyone...
when you've found out your last boyfriend is getting married.
- Who's that talking? - Who?
- Is that Jess on the phone? - Jane Fonda on the VCR.
- It's Bryant Gumbel. - You want to come over for breakfast?
- No, I'm not up to it. - No, I feel too awful.
- Good. I mean it's so early. - But call me later if you want.
- I'll call you later, okay? - Okay, bye.
- Bye. - Bye.
- God! - I know.
Tell me I'll never have to be out there again.
You will never have to be out there again.
I'll just say we made a mistake.
Sally, it was a mistake.
I just hope I get to say it first.
I hope she says it before I do.
It was a mistake.
I am so relieved that you think so too.
I'm not saying last night wasn't great.
- It was. - Yes, it was.
- We just never should have done it. - I couldn't agree more.
- I'm so relieved. - Great.
Yeah.
Two mixed green salads.
It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk. Hmm?
It's just like, most of the time, you go to bed with someone...
and then she tells you all her stories, you tell her your stories.
With Sally and me, we'd already heard each other's stories.
So once we went to bed, we didn't know what we were supposed to do. You know?
Sure, Harry.
I don't know.
Maybe you get to a certain point in a relationship...
where it's just too late to have sex.
You know?
Is Harry bringing anyone to the wedding?
I don't think so.
Is he seeing anyone?
He was seeing this anthropologist, but...
- What did she look like? - Thin. Pretty. Big tits.
Your basic nightmare.
What do you think?
Oh, Marie.
Oh, tell the truth.
It's just beautiful.
We are gathered here today...
to celebrate the marriage of Marie and Jess...
and to consecrate their vows of matrimony.
The vows they will take join their lives.
The wine they will share binds all their hopes together.
And by the rings they will wear, they will be known to all...
as husband and wife.
I've never seen her so happy. She's a totally different person.
Oh, yeah, she is. It's great, but what are we gonna do about you?
- Me? - Honey, you wanna dance?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do.
Excuse us.
- Nice ceremony. - Beautiful.
Boy, the holidays are rough. Every year I just try...
to get from the day before Thanksgiving to the day after New Year's.
A lot of suicides.
Would you like a pea pod with a shrimp?
Thank you.
- How have you been? - Fine.
Are you seeing anybody? What?
- I don't want to talk about this. - Why not?
I don't want to talk about it.
Why can't we get past this? Are we gonna carry this thing around forever?
- Forever? It just happened. - It happened three weeks ago.
You know how a year to a person is like seven years to a dog?
Yes.
Is one of us supposed to be a dog in this scenario?
- Yes. - Who is the dog?
- You are. - I am?
I am the dog? I am the dog? L...
I don't see that, Harry. If anybody is the dog, you are the dog.
You wanna act like what happened didn't mean anything.
I'm not saying that. I'm saying, why does it have to mean everything?
Because it does. And you should know that better than anybody...
because the minute that it happened, you walked right out the door.
- I didn't walk out. - No. Sprinted is more like it.
- We both agreed it was a mistake. - The worst mistake I ever made.
- What do you want from me? - I don't want anything from you!
Fine. But let's get one thing straight.
I did not go over there that night to make love to you.
But you looked up at me with these big, weepy eyes. "Don't go home tonight.
Hold me a little longer." What was I supposed to do?
What are you saying? You took pity on me?
- No, I was... - Fuck you!
Everybody, could I have your attention, please?
I'd like to propose a toast to Harry and Sally.
To Harry and Sally.
If Marie or I had found either of them remotely attractive...
we would not be here today.
Hi. It's me.
It's the holiday season and I thought I'd remind you...
that this is the season of charity and forgiveness.
And, although it is not widely known...
it is also the season of groveling.
So if you felt like calling me back...
I'd be more than happy to do the traditional Christmas grovel.
Give me a call.
Hi. I'm not home right now. I'll call you right back.
If you're there, pick up the phone. I really wanna talk to you.
The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe you're either...
A... not at home...
B... home, but don't wanna talk to me...
or C... home, desperately wanna talk to me, but trapped under something heavy.
If it's either A or C, please call me back.
She doesn't wanna talk to me. What do I have to do, be hit over the head?
She wants to call me, she'll call me.
I am through making a schmuck out of myself.
If you're feeling sad and lonely
There's a service I can render
Tell the one who digs you only
I can be so warm and tender
Call me
Maybe it's late to just call me
Don't be afraid to just phone moi
Call me and I'll be around
- Give me a call. - Hi, Harry.
Hello. Hi. I didn't know that you were there.
- What are you doing? - I was just on my way out.
Where are you going?
- What do you want, Harry? - Nothing. Nothing.
I just called to say I'm sorry.
Okay.
- I gotta go. - Wait a second. Wait a second.
What are you doing for New Year's? Are you going to the Tylers' party?
'Cause I don't have a date. And if you don't have a date...
we always said that if neither one of us had a date...
we could be together for New Year's.
I can't do this anymore. I am not your consolation prize. Good-bye.
And here we are, once again...
the 16th annual New Year's Rockin'Eve...
coming to you live...
What's so bad about this?
You got Dick Clark. That's tradition.
You got Malomars, the greatest cookie of all time.
And you're about to give the Knicks their first championship since 1973.
I don't know why I let you drag me to this.
This is much better. Fresh air. I have the streets all to myself.
Who needs to be at a big crowded party pretending to have a good time?
Plus this is the perfect time to catch up on my window shopping.
This is good.
So the guy says, "Read the card."
- I'm going home. - You'll never get a taxi.
Oh, God!
You realize that we could never be friends.
Why not?
Men and women can't be friends...
because the sex part always gets in the way.
That's not true.
No man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive.
He always wants to have sex with her.
What if they don't wanna have sex with you?
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.
- I guess we're not gonna be friends. - Guess not.
It's too bad, because you were the only person that I knew in New York.
- I'm going. - It's almost midnight.
- The thought of not kissing somebody... - I'll kiss you.
Hey, taxi! Taxi!
Come on. Stay. Please.
Thanks, Jess. I just... I have to go.
- Oh, wait two minutes. - I'll call you tomorrow.
I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
- What? - I love you.
How do you expect me to respond to this?
- How about you love me too? - How about "I'm leaving"?
Doesn't what I said mean anything to you?
I'm sorry. I know it's New Year's Eve.
I know you're feeling lonely, but you can't just show up here...
tell me you love me and expect that to make everything all right.
- Three, two, one! - It doesn't work this way.
- Well, how does it work? - I don't know, but not this way.
How about this way?
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 above your nose...
when you're looking at me like I'm nuts.
I love after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on me.
I love that you are the last person I wanna talk to before I go to sleep.
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 wanna spend the rest of your life with somebody...
you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
You see?
That is just like you.
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.
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
What does this song mean? My whole life I don't know what this song means.
"Should old acquaintance be forgot."
Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances...
or does it mean if we happen to forget them, we should remember them...
which is not possible because we already forgot 'em.
Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we forgot them.
Anyway, it's about old friends.
In days of auld lang syne
The first time we met, we hated each other.
No, you didn't hate me. I hated you.
The second time we met, you didn't even remember me.
I did too. I remembered you.
The third time we met, we became friends.
- We were friends for a long time. - And then we weren't.
And then we fell in love.
- Three months later, we got married. - And it only took three months.
- Twelve years and three months. - We had this really wonderful wedding.
- It really was a beautiful wedding. - It was great.
We had this enormous coconut cake.
Huge coconut cake with the tiers...
and there was this very rich chocolate sauce on the side.
Right. Not everybody likes it on the cake 'cause it makes it very soggy.
Particularly the coconut, soaks up a lot of that sauce...
so it's important to keep it on the side.
Done by (c) dCd / January 2007