Harry: I've been doing a lot of thinking. And the thing is, I love you.
Sally: What?
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about you love me too?
Sally: How about I'm leaving.
Harry: Doesn't what I said mean anything to you?
Sally: I'm sorry Harry, I know it's New Years Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me you love me and expect thatto make everything alright. It doesn't work this way.
Harry: Well how does it work?
Sally: I don't know but not this way.
Harry: Well how about this way. I love that you get cold when it's seventyone degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order asandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you'relooking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I spend a day with you I canstill smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last personI want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'mlonely, and it's not because it's New Years Eve. I came here tonight becausewhen you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, youwant the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.
Sally: You see, that is just like you Harry. You say things like that and youmake it impossible for me to hate you. And I hate you Harry... I really hateyou. I hate you.