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:
Doesn't what I said mean anything to you?
Sally Albright:
I'm sorry, Harry. I know it's New Year's Eve. I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me you love me and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn't work this way.
Harry Burns:
Well, how does it work?
Sally Albright:
I don't know, but not this way.
Harry Burns:
Then how about this way? 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 wanna 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:
You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you. And I hate you, Harry. I really hate you. I hate you.
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