Iconoclastic

Lately, I have become acutely aware of the wonders of the romantic comedy. Besides increasing my already engorged sense of patheticness in regards my complete lack of a love life (I think my guinea pig gets more action than I do, and he lives in a cage by himself), the phenomenon that is the romantic comedy has renewed my false sense of hope that maybe there will be a man out there who could sweep me off my feet.

A good friend of mine once told me that Meg Ryan was the anti-christ because she lulled women into a false sense of thinking. All of her roles are about a woman who suffers a little bit of pain with love lost, but catches prince charming in the end.

It’s quite possible prince charming is just a fairy tale.

Anyway, the romantic comedies that I have been sitting alone at home on Friday nights watching – armed with my comfy cotton pajamas that I’ve had for three years, a box of Kleenex, and whatever fattening snack sounds good at the moment – have given me one useful resource. Great lines. These movies have some effing awesome lines in them. And I’ve looked, many of these movies were written by men, which means one of two things: Either a) there are men out there who know how to say romantic things and mean them, which gives a renewed hope or (and more likely) b) these men know how to consult women to find out what they want to hear. Because of this, I have found myself sharing these lines with my male friends, and trying to convince them to try out these little gems. It’s like my gift to other women. I don’t know if it’s worked for anyone yet, but I know if someone said something like this to me, I would fall head over heals.

So, I decided to share some of my favorites. They are all from three movies, The Wedding Date, Music and Lyrics, and The Holiday. I recommend watching them. I will continue to add to the list as I increase my repute of the romantic comedy. And please feel free to add any of your favorites in the comment section below!

The hardest thing about losing love is finding your way back. I am looking for a way back into love

Alex: People wait their whole lives to see an ex when things are going really good. It NEVER happens. You could make relationship history.

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Sophie: A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex

Alex: I so get that.

Sophie: But then, as you get to know the person, that’s the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It’s the combination of the two that makes it magical.

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Song lyrics | Hugh Grant - Way Back Into Love lyrics

from Music & Lyrics

Nick: I’d rather fight with you, than make love with anyone else.

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Kat: You know what pisses me off? I’ve been spilling my guts all weekend and I don’t know a thing about you."

Nick: I’m allergic to fabric softener. I majored in comparative literature at Brown. I hate anchovies. And I think I’d miss you even if we never met.

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Nick: The hardest thing is loving someone and then having the courage to let them love you back.

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Nick: Here’s to the husbands who’ve won you, the losers who’ve lost you, and the lucky bastards who’ve yet to meet you.

From the Wedding Date

Amanda: Sex makes everything more complicated. Even not having it, because the not having it makes it complicated.

Graham: That’s why it’s better to have it… some say.

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Iris: I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends… you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you’ll go somewhere new. And you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

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Graham: I have another scenario for you – I’m in love with you. I apologize for the blunt delivery, but as problematic as this fact may be. I’m in love… with YOU. I’m not feeling this because you’re leaving, and not because it feels good to feel this way… which, by the way, it dose, or did before you went off like that. I can’t figure out the mathematics of this, I just know I love you. I can’t believe how many times I’m saying it! And I never thought I’d feel this way again, so that’s pretty phenomenal. And I realize that I come as a package deal: 3 for the price of 1. I know my package, perhaps in the light of day, isn’t all that wonderful, but I finally know what I want and that, in itself, is a miracle. And what I want is YOU.

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Amanda: You know Graham, I just broke up with someone and considering you just showed up and you’re insanely good-looking and probably won’t remember me anyway… I’m thinking we should have sex… If you want.

Graham: Is that a trick question?

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Arthur Abbot: Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.

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Iris: Shush. You broke my heart. And you acted like somehow it was my fault, my misunderstanding, and I was too in love with you to ever be mad at you, so I just punished myself! For years! But you waltzing in here on my loving Christmas holiday, and telling me that you don’t want to lose me whilst you’re about to get MARRIED, somehow newly entitles me to say, it’s over. This – this twisted, toxic THING between us, is finally finished! I’m miraculously done being in love with you! HA! I’ve got a life to start living.

Iris: I’ve found almost everything ever written love to be true. Shakespeare said “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “love is blind.” Now that is something I know to be true.

For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But the of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It’s called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other.

But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas’, the worst Birthday’s, New Years Eve’s brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cused by being in love with a man who dose not and will not love me back.

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hrut because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin!
~ unknown