Quinland and I have been celebrating the glory that is When Harry Met Sally this week, through texts, phone calls, and Snapchat. It’s been awesome. Yesterday I got a text from him that just said, “If you need a root canal, Sheldon’s your man.” I was right there with him: “But humpin’ and pumpin’ is not Sheldon’s strong suit.”
We passed favorite quotes back and forth:
“Call the cops! It’s already out there!”
“You’re the worst kind. You’re high maintenance but you think you’re low maintenance.”
“Six years later you find yourself singing ‘Surrey with a Fringe on Top’ in front of Ira!”
“What they could do to make it easier is combine the two. You know, Mr. Kline died yesterday, leaving behind a wife, two children, and a spacious three bedroom apartment with a wood burning fireplace.”
Then, of course, there is this scene, which has so many lines that kill me in it:
It’s such a good movie. Nora Ephron is a genius comic writer, I think all the principal actors are hilarious in their parts, and even the smallest lines crack me up. If you have not had a chance to see it, you should. More than once, in fact. It’s only then that you pick up on all the subtle things, and pretty soon, you’ll think that virtually every line is perfect.
You look like a normal person but actually you are the angel of death.