Most of the sex I've had in my life was not as personal as that kiss

Elizabethtown (2005)
Drew Baylor: [embracing] Please don't take this as rejection.
Claire Colburn: I really don't.

Hollie Baylor: Don't expect to be making any friends.
Heather Baylor: Drew doesn't have friends, Mom.
Drew Baylor: I have friends!

Drew Baylor: I'm gonna have to call you back...
Heather Baylor: Okay, just dial HELL and i'll answer.

Claire Colburn: Trust me. Everybody is less mysterious than they think they are.

Claire Colburn: We peaked on the phone.

Claire Colburn: I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember.

Drew Baylor: So what are you doing right now?
Claire Colburn: [referring to Drew] I'm checking out this cute guy...
Drew Baylor: [disgusted face] Why are you telling me that?

Drew Baylor: [voiceover] There's a diffrence between a failure and a fiasco. A failure is merely the absence of success. Any fool can achieve failure. But a fiasco, a fiasco is a disaster of epic propotions. A fiasco is a folk tale told to other's to make other people feel more alive because it didn't happen to them.

Claire Colburn: Do you ever just think I'm fooling everybody?
Drew Baylor: You have no idea.

Claire Colburn: Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room.

Claire Colburn: I think I've been asleep most of my life.
Drew Baylor: Me too.

Claire Colburn: What they say is, it *will* hit you, it could be ten minutes or it could be ten years from now.

Claire Colburn: Hey, you're only 45 minutes away. You wanna meet halfway and see the sunrise? At this point it's probably easier to stay up!
Drew Baylor: You think so?
Claire Colburn: I think that's what "they" say!

Drew Baylor: You know, there is nothing greater than deciding in your life that things maybe really are black and white! And this guy Ben, who clearly takes you for granted, who serially takes advantage of you, is bad! And what I'm saying is good! See what I mean? You shouldn't be the substitute for anybody. This guy should be right here, right now, doing this

Claire Colburn: Most of the sex I've had in my life was not as personal as that kiss.

Drew Baylor: No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also... life

Claire Colburn: [voice over] Some music *needs* air. Roll down your window

Claire Colburn: And so we all became helpers, which I *so* can't help. I can't help helping.

Claire Colburn: I've spent so much time thinking about all the answers to the problem, that I forget what the problem *actually* was.

Chuck Hasboro: Death and life. And death and life. Right *next door* to each other! There's like, there's a hair between them.

Drew Baylor: Because we have a moment here, let me tell you that I have recently become a secret connoisseur of 'last looks'. You know the way people look at you when they believe it's for the last time? I've started collecting these looks.

Claire Colburn: I want you to get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.

Claire Colburn: Sadness is easier because its surrender. I say make time to dance alone with one hand waving free

Claire Colburn: So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling.

Drew Baylor: In that moment, I knew success, not greatness, was the only god the world served.

Drew Baylor: And who says we have to listen to 'them'?
Claire Colburn: *They* do!

When Harry Met Sally... (1989)

Sally Albright: Harry, you're going to have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling that you have, every moment that you have them.

Harry Burns: I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally Albright: What?
Harry Burns: I love you.
Sally Albright: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry Burns: How about, you love me too.
Sally Albright: How about, I'm leaving.

Harry Burns: 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 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 Albright: I don't have to take this crap from you.
Harry Burns: If you're so over Joe, why aren't you seeing anyone?
Sally Albright: I see people.
Harry Burns: See people? Have you slept with one person since you broke up with Joe?
Sally Albright: What the hell does that have to do with anything? That will prove I'm over Joe? Because I fuck somebody? Harry, you're gonna have to move back to New Jersey because you've 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.
Harry Burns: ...Are you finished now?
Sally Albright: ...Yes.
Harry Burns: Can I say something?
Sally Albright: Yes.
Harry Burns: ...I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Harry Burns: It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.

Sally Albright: Well, if you must know, it was because he was very jealous, and I had these days of the week underpants.
Harry Burns: Ehhhh. I'm sorry. I need the judges ruling on this. "Days of the weeks underpants"?
Sally Albright: Yes. They had the days of the week on them, and I thought they were sort of funny. And then one day Sheldon says to me, "You never wear Sunday." It was all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left Sunday? And I told him, and he didn't believe me.
Harry Burns: What?
Sally Albright: They don't make Sunday.
Harry Burns: Why not?
Sally Albright: Because of God.

Harry Burns: Right now everything is great, everyone is happy, everyone is in love and that is 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.
Marie: Harry.
Harry Burns: Please, Jess, Marie. Do me a favor, for your own good, put your name in your books right now before they get mixed up and you won't know whose is whose. 'Cause 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.
Jess: I thought you liked it?
Harry Burns: I was being nice.

Sally Albright: Is Harry bringing anybody to the wedding?
Marie: I don't think so.
Sally Albright: Is he seeing anybody?
Marie: He was seeing this anthropologist, but...
Sally Albright: What's she look like?
Marie: Thin. Pretty. Big tits. Your basic nightmare.

Sally Albright: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.

Harry Burns: 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 Canadians, a perfect 10 from the Americans, and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. Must have been the dismount.

Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: 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.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

Harry Burns: And was it worth it? The sacrifice for a friend you don't even keep in touch with?
Sally Albright: Harry, you might not believe this, but I never considered not sleeping with you a sacrifice.

Harry Burns: You take someone to the airport, its clearly the beginning of the relationship. That's why I have never taken anyone to the airport at the beginning of a relationship.
Sally Albright: Why?
Harry Burns: Because eventually things move on and you don't take someone to the airport and I never wanted anyone to say to me, How come you never take me to the airport anymore?
Sally Albright: Its amazing. You look like a normal person but actually you are the angel of death.

Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?... Just friends.
Sally Albright: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.
Harry Burns: When did I say that?
Sally Albright: On the ride to New York.
Harry Burns: No, no, no, 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 the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted... That doesn't work either, because what happens then is, 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 and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say "No, no, no it's not true, nothing is missing from the relationship," the person you're involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can't be friends.

Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally Albright: Which one am I?
Harry Burns: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.

A bit of a rant and in the spirit of putting it all out there I thought today I'd just let it all out so with that said. I think I'll clear the air cause something has been bothering me, feel free to comment or not comment. 5 people read this blog other than random reads and I have no idea who those are cause they never comment. However as for those who do comment, 3 commenters are purely on myspace or facebook and never on the actual blog. As for the other 2, one I know is my best friends fiance's best friend and an other who I assumed was someone. I don't assume that anymore and in general I'm sorta just thankful that anyone is reading it and can relate. In general, I posted a link to the blog on myspace back in January and it was just kinda a big manipulative mess. I do that when I'm angry, sad, and basically feel out of control. That being, I manipulate something in an attempt to regain control, never actually regaining control. Plotting, scheming, and executing a big ugly if y then x logic of making my world at peace again. I say and believe that you can't control what other people think or do, but it's safe to say even though I believe that, that subconciously I still have attempted to control what people think and do. Why is that? It's because simple wants, all you need to rely on is yourself, where as complicated wants you need others. A complicated want that I want is to be happy and productive, and in my own mind trying to recall, I have never achieved that except when I've been in love. I miss it.

Early today I recieved a comment from the love of my life and it sent me on a lovely trip down memory lane and essentially made me start believing something that is truely scary. That being without this person in my life I'm bound to be unhappy and unproductive. Why haven't I made another film? Because I don't have her and even at her worst she is the best part of me. I was always better with her than without. Which brings me to a good comparison of two films and essentially something that is my dissertation to love or about love and how it evloves.

Elizabethtown, Garden State, Benny and June, When Harry Met Sally, 10 things I hate about you, and countless others. A good love story is not something that you go into thinking I wanna be in love. I'm searching for my soulmate. A good love story, when it takes effect in real life not the movies (even though I am trying to relate them), in real life, the good love story just works, it doesn't need extra effort. It peeks with honesty and without alterior motive. It's in essence more a story of self relization in each character. It's the beginning of a great friendship, innocent, and makes both parties better. That's the great love story. In a lot of ways the idea of romance is a blinding word. It's what "they say" but "them" is a group of people that try to dissect the simplicity and beauty of your individual and companion legacy. Romance to "them" is as dirty a word as seduction or intimacy. These words cheapen the actual beauty of love and friendship. I'm in love with the innocense and I can't fall for anyone without it. It's extremely easy to forgo the innocent relationship and dive straight into the adult one. Of my experience I think that's what most do and want. Just to jump straight into the sex and forget what you did as a child before you knew what sex was. In forgetting what sex is your free.

The true beauty of When Harry Met Sally, Elisabethtown, and Garden State is that characters are so involved in their personal lives that the prospect of falling in love never occurs to them or that, that prospect in sought after in so many other different places that the simplicity of where it's found was completely over looked. In other movies the sexual tension between characters is so blatant that you know where the stories going pretty much right as it begins. I will admit that in when harry met sally the title alone leads the horse to water but the tale is note worthy cause you do constantly question how they could get there talking the way they talk to each other. Both Harry and Sally aren't innocently attracted to each other or others until the end. That one scene where she starts crying cause her x is getting married, right before they sleep together. It's pure untainted innocence. When Largemen is at the cliffs of the abyss screaming and sharing the first moment of Garden State where he appreciates being alive and sharing it with his friends, and it dawns on him how he can express that feeling, innocense. In Elisebethtown, when Claire tells Drew to meet her halfway and see the sunrise after they've been talking all night on the phone and simply exploring their true selves, innocence! Anyway that's the glass half full shit I got going today, "And I like you so there's that", your homework is to see Elizabethtown. Thank you for reading all.