When Harry Met Sally Page #8

- You shoulda done it before.

- We said you should do it.

- You belong together.

- You killed two birds with one stone.

- Two wrongs make a right.

- How was it?

- During part was good,...

- Good,...

- ..then I felt suffocated.

- ..then it wasn't.

- Sorry.

- The worst.

- I had to go.

- He left.

- I feel bad.

- I'm embarrassed.

I don't blame you.

- I feel ill.

- I'm catching a cold.

Look, it didn't work out.

Never sleep with anyone

when you find out your ex is marrying.

- Who's talking?

- Is that Jess?

- It's Jane Fonda on the VCR.

- It's Bryant Gumbel.

Wanna have breakfast?

- No, I'm not up to it.

- I feel too awful.

- Good.

- I mean, it's so early.

- But call me later.

- I'll call you later.

- OK. Bye.

- 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 am so relieved!

- Great.

Yeah.

Two mixed green salads.

It is so nice when you can sit

with someone and not have to talk. Hm?

Most of the time,

you go to bed with someone,

then she tells you all her stories,

you tell her all your stories.

But 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 point in a relationship

where it's 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 does she look like?

- Thin, pretty, big tits.

Your basic nightmare.

What d'ya think?

Marie...

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 different person.

Oh, yeah, she is. It's great,

but what're we gonna do about you?

- Me?

- Hon, you wanna dance?

- Oh, yeah! Yeah, I do.

- Excuse us.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Nice ceremony.

- Beautiful.

Boy, the holidays are rough! Every year I

try to get from Thanksgiving to New Year.

A lot of suicides.

- Would you like a pea pod with shrimp?

- Thank you.

- How've you been?

- Fine.

- Seeing anybody?

- Harry.

- What?

- I don't wanna 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 for ever?

- 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! I...

I don't see that. You are the dog. You act

like what happened didn't mean anything.

No, I don't, but why

does it have to mean everything?

Because it does! You know it better than

anyone, cos after it happens you walk out!

- I didn't walk out.

- Sprinted is more like it.

- We both agreed it was a mistake.

- The worst mistake I ever made!

- What do you want from me?

- Nothing!

Fine! But let's just get one thing straight. I

did not go over there to make love to you.

But you looked at me with these weepy

eyes:
"Don't go home. Hold me, Harry."

- What was I supposed to do?

- Are you saying you took pity on me?

- No! I was...

- F*** 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.

~ Have yourselfa merry little Christmas

~ Let yourselfbe light

~ From now on

our troubles will be out ofsight

~ Have yourself a merry little Christmas

~ Make the yuletide gay

~ From now on

our troubles will be miles away

Hi, it's me. It's the holiday season,

and I thought I'd remind you

that it's the season of forgiveness.

And, although it's not widely known,

it is also the season of grovelling.

So, if you felt like calling me back,

I'd be more than happy to do

the traditional Christmas grovelling.

Give me a call.

Hi, I'm not home. I'll call you right back.

If you're there, please pick up.

I really wanna talk to you.

The fact 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.

Obviously she doesn't wanna talk to me.

What do I have to do, be hit on the head?

If she wants to call, she'll call.

I'm through actin' like a schmuck.

~ 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 tojust 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! Hi!

I didn't know that you would...

That you were there.

- What're you doing?

- I was just on my way out.

Where you going?

- What do you want, Harry?

- Nothing. Nothing.

I... I just called to say I'm sorry.

OK.

- I gotta go.

- Wait a second. Wait... wait a second.

What're you doin' for New Year's? Going

to the Tylers' party? I don't have a date.

If you don't have a date, we always said

we could be together for New Year's and...

I can't do this any more.

I am not your consolation prize.

Goodbye.

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 - tradition.

You got Mallomars,

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 realise that

we could never be friends.

- Why not?

- What I'm saying is,

men and women can't be friends,

cos 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?

Doesn't matter. The sex thing is already

out there, so the friendship is doomed.

And that is the end ofthe story.

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