TWO WEEKS NOTICE [2002]

 A comedy about love at last glance

Lucy: Mr. Wade? Hi, I'm Lucy Kelson. I'm an attorney.

George: Have you ever heard heard of Saint-Tropez Law School? 

Lucy: No.

George: What a shame.

Where did you go to aw school?

Lucy: Harvard.

George: Harvard?

Lucy: Yes.

George: Intriguing. Tell me more, what's your background?

Lucy: I don't see how that's relevant. I work for the Coalition for the Homeless.

At Legal Aid.

George: That can't pay much.

Lucy: I'm not very interested in money.

Lucy: You couldn't possibly want me.

I've spent my life working against people like you.

George: Maybe if you work for me, you'll win occasionally.

Lucy: I, I don't...

George: I need an answer immediately. Here is my direct number at The Grand Hotel.

Lucy: You live at a hotel?

George: Well, I own the hotel and I live there. My life is very much like Monopoly.

And I know you wouldn't care, but I'll start you at $250,000.

Hi. The man you're dancing with is deeply troubled, okay?

Even though he's rich and very attractive, you're much too young to trade yourself like a stock on NASDAQ, for someone who won't remember your name or his in the morning,

is still married and has recently had a very suspicious rash.

It is 2:16. Go home, finish high school and reach your potential!

~Lucy Kelson

Lucy: Why did you give her the money?

George: Because she'd never have stopped till she got what she wanted.

You always say I have a responsibility towards those less fortunate.

Lucy: Everybody is less fortunate than you. 

So why don't you just give me the money to someone who's not gonna spend it on collagen.

Lucy: My heroes are Clarence Darrow, Thurgood Marshall, Ruth Ginsburg...

My parents! My father worked for Martin Luther King. My mother is a law professor.

They taught me that lawyers should be treated with respect.

George: I have complete respect for you. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Lucy: You got the towers, I got Coney Island.

Why don't we just call it quits, okay? I can't take it anymore.

George: What, are you serious?

Lucy: Yes. Please consider this my 2 weeks' notice.

George: I find you ungrateful.

Lucy: Ungrateful?

George: Yes. I hire you with no corporate experience.

I give you a wonderful apartment, an office, the non-fat-muffin basket every morning.

If you don't want me to disturb, why do you keep your phone on?

Because you like emergencies. You crave the excitement.

Lucy: All right, George, you are absolutely right.

This has nothing to do with you. 

This is entirely my thing, because I've managed to turn myself into this... 
shit, there's not even a name for it!

George: It's not like I enjoy it either.

Before you came into my life, I was capable of making decisions. Now I can't, I'm addicted.

I have to know what you think.

Lucy: George, I think you are the most selfish human being on the planet.

George: That's just silly. Have you met everyone on the planet?

George: I lost Lucy.

I just think it's a shame because I've come to rely on her for everything.

And I trust her completely, and she's funny. Not deliberately, of course.

Tony: It's probably for the best though.

George: Why is that?

Tony: 2 things I know is chess and women.

Chess, it has rules, pieces, rooks, knights, bishops.

They move in predictable patterns. Somebody wins, somebody loses.

But women, they don't have no rules, man.

They move in unpredictable ways too.

Nobody ever wins or loses when it comes to women.

You talk about your feelings until your breath is sucked out your body.

All men are pawns when it comes to women.

Especially a smart one like Lucy. She's hard to control.

And you know, the man has got to be in control.

George: You could loosen up a little, get in touch with your feminine side.

Lucy: Okay, that's a good suggestion.

George: Perhaps soften your appearance, not that I don't love that look,

but you could get dolled up occasionally.

Lucy: I'm not gonna spend hours fluffing my hair and applying animal-tested makeup to my face, just so I can turn myself into some male fantasy, degrading Kewpie doll.

Unless I really like the guy or something.

Lucy: It's pretty amazing what dreams and lots of money can do, isn't it?

George: Yes, it is.

Lucy: You know you're part of that, George.

George: Yes, I am.

Lucy: All you have to do is use your power for good instead of evil.

George: If only I would.

Lucy: Where do you come off?

Believe it or not, I didn't take this job so I can sleep with you. I took this job for a cause.

George: You are a cause!

You make Gandhi look like a used-car salesman.

Lucy: My God, you know what I can't believe? How easy you are being on yourself.

Why don't we go over this again, okay?

You promised me a community center.

George: Yes, I promised, I promised, I promised. I'm sorry.

I can't control the economy, I can't control my brother.

I did promise and I did let you down. I'm sorry. 

But you know what? I'm human. I think you'll find a lot of people are!

Lucy: I'm human, too!

George: Are you? Because you're too perfect, too wonderful, none of us can keep up with you.

That's probably why all those other guys bolted as fast as their birkenstocks could carry them.

Cause you're intolerable and no one wants to be preached to!

No one wants to live with a saint. Saints are boring!

Mr. Kelson: As long as people can change, the world can change.

Lucy: But what if people can't change?

Mr. Kelson: Let me put it this way.

I'm sitting here eating a piece of cheesecake made entirely of soy.

And I hate it. But I'm eating it.

"I'd like to welcome everyone on this special day.

Island Towers will bring prestige to the neighborhood and be part of Brooklyn's renaissance.

And we're very pleased and proud to be here.

Unfortunately, there is one fly in the ointment.

I gave my word to someone the we wouldn't knock down this building behind me.

Normally, and those who know me or were married to me can attest to this,

my word wouldn't mean very much.

So why does it this time?

Partly because this building is an architectural gem, and deserved to be landmarked.

Partly because people do need a place to do senior's water ballet and CPR, preferably not together.

But mainly because this person, despite being unusually stubborn and unwilling to compromise and a very poor dresser, is...

She's rather like the building she loves so much.

A little rough around the edges, but when you look closely, absolutely beautiful.

And the only one of her kind.

And even though I've said cruel things and driven her away, she's become the voice in my head.

And I can't seem to drown her out. And I don't want to drawn her out.

So we are going to keep the community center.

Because I gave my word to her, and because we gave our word to the community."

~George Wade

*****

LOVE ACTUALLY [2003]

Love Actually Is All Around

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport.
General options makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that.
Seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it's always there.
Fathers and sons, mother and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the planes hit the Twin Towers,
none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge, 
they were all messages of love.
If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
~The Prime Minister

 Prime Minister: Hello, Natalie.
Natalie: Hello, David... I mean, sir...
Shit, I can't believe I've just said that.
And now I've gone and said 'shit'. Twice. I'm so sorry, sir.
Prime Minister: You could've said 'fuck' and we'd have been in real trouble.
Natalie: Thank you, sir.
I had a premonition I was gonna fuck up on my first day.
Oh, piss it! [embarassed]

I am Colin, God of Sex.
I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all.
~Colin

Billy: Christmas is a time for people with someone they love in their lives.
Michael: And that's not you?
Billy: That's not me, Michael.
When I was young and successful, I was greedy and foolish,
and now I'm left with no one, wrinkled and alone.

He said I was getting fat.
He said no one'd fancy a girl with thighs the size of 3 trunks.
Not a nice guy, actually, in the end.
~Natalie

Hiya, kids.
Here's an important message from your Uncle Bill... don't buy drugs.
Become a pop star and they give you them for free.
~Billy Mack

I love that word 'relationship'.
Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it?
I fear that this has become a bad relationship.
A relationship based on the President taking what he wants 
and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to... Britain.
We may be a small country but we're a great one, too.
The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, The Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter.
David Beckham's right foot, David Beckham's left foot come to that.
And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend.
And since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to be much stronger.
And the President should be prepared for that.
~The Prime Minister

[on the phone]
Prime Minister: I'm very busy and important, how can I help you?
Karen: Have you gone completely insane?
Prime Minister: You can't always be sensible.
Karen: 'You can if you're Prime Minister.'

The trouble with being The Prime Minister's sister is it puts your life into perspective.
What did my brother do today?
He stood up for his country.
What did I do?
I made a papier-mache-lobster head.
~Karen

Harry: What is this we're listening to?
Karen: Joni Mitchell.
Harry: I can't believe you still listen to Joni Mitchell.
Karen: I love her and true love lasts a lifetime.
Joni Mitchell is the woman who taught your cold English wife how to feel.
Harry: Did she?
Oh, well, that's good, I must write to her and say thanks.

Aurelia: Later you'll drive me home?
Jamie: Sure. It's my favorite time of day, driving you.
Aurelia: It's the saddest part of my day, leaving you.

[on the phone]
Harry: Are you gonna give me something?
Mia: I thought I made it clear last night.
When it comes to me, you can have everything.
Harry: So, what do you need?
Something along the stationery line? Are you short of staplers?
Mia: No, I don't want something I need.
I want something I want. Something pretty.

The thing about romance is people only get together right at the very end.
~Sam

Billy: I realized that Christmas is the time to be with the people you love.
And I realized that, as dire chance and fateful cockup would have it, here I am, 
mid-fifties, and without knowing it, I've spent most of my adult life with a chubby employee.
And much as it grieves me to say it, it might be that the people I love is, in fact, you.
Joe: This is a surprise.
Billy: I left Elton's and a hefty number of half-naked chicks with their mouths open
in order to hang out with you at Christmas.
It's a terrible, terrible mistake, chubs, 
but you turn out to be the fucking love of my life.
And to be honest, despite all my complaining, we have had a wonderful life.
Joe: Thank you, it's been an honor. I feel very proud.

Karen: Tell me, if you were in my position, what would you do?
Harry: What position is that?
Karen: Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace 
and, come Christmas, gave it to somebody else.
Harry: Oh, Karen...
Karen: Would you wait around to find out if it's just a necklace or if it's sex and a necklace,
or if, worst of all, it's a necklace and love?
Would you stay?
Knowing life would always be a little bit worse?
Or would you cut and run?
Harry: Oh, God.
I am so in the wrong. A classic fool.
Karen: Yes, but you've also made a fool out of me.
You've made the life I lead foolish, too.

 

Daniel: Tell her, then.
Sam: Tell her what?
Daniel: That you love her.
Sam: No way. Anyway, they fly tonight.
Daniel: Even better.
Sam, you've got nothing to lose and you'll always regret it if you don't.
I never told your mum enough.
I should have told her every day because she was perfect every day.
You've seen the films, kiddo. It ain't over till it's over.
Sam: Okay, dad, let's do it.
Let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love.

*****

BRIDGET JONES'S DIARY [2001]

All Women Keep Score... 

Only The Great Ones Put It In Writing

It is a truth universally acknowledged that 
when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces

[Bridget]

Resolution #1: Uggg - will obviously lose 20 lbs. 

#2: Always put last night's panties in the laundry basket. 

Equally important: will find nice sensible boyfriend and stop forming romantic attachments to any of the following: alcoholics, workaholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts. 

Will especially stop fantasizing about a particular person who embodies all these things. 

[Bridget]

I've been going crazy. 
I can't stop thinking about you, and thinking about what an idiot I've been. 
Christ, is that blue soup? 

[Daniel Cleaver]

[Daniel Cleaver]: First, have some more wine, and then tell me the story about practicing French kissing with the art girls at school, because it's a very good story. 

[Bridget]: It wasn't French kissing. 

[Daniel Cleaver]: Don't care, make it up. That's an order, Jones. 

[Daniel Cleaver]: Come on Bridget, we belong together - you, me, poor little skirt. 

If I can't make it with you then I can't make it with anyone. 

[Bridget]: That's not a good enough offer for me. 

[Mark Darcy]: All right Cleaver, outside.

[Daniel Cleaver, half laughing]: I'm sorry? Outside? 

Should I bring my dueling pistols or my sword?

[Mark Darcy]: I like you, very much.

[Bridget]: Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhea.

[Mark Darcy]: No, I like you very much. Just as you are. 

[Bridget]: I owe you an apology about Daniel. 

He said you ran off with his fiancée and left him brokenhearted.

[Mark Darcy]: No, it was the other way around. My wife. My heart.

[Bridget]: I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. 

Well, I meant it, but I was so stupid that I didn't mean what I meant... 

After all, it's only a diary. 

Everyone knows diaries are just... full of crap.

[Mark Darcy]: Yes, I know that. I was just buying you a new one.

[Mark Darcy]: Bridget!

[Bridget]: Mark... What are you doing here? 

[Mark Darcy]: I was just wondering if you were available for Bar Mitzvahs and Christenings in addition to Ruby Weddings.

[Bridget]: I thought you were in America. 

[Mark Darcy]: Well I was... but I realized I had forgotten something here. 

[Bridget]: Which was...? 

[Mark Darcy]: Well, I realized that I had forgotten to... kiss you goodbye, do you mind? 

[Bridget]: Umm... not really, no. So... does this mean you're 'not' going to America? 

[Mark Darcy]: No... not. 

[Bridget]: Does this mean you're staying here? 

[Mark Darcy]: It would seem so...

*****

NOTTING HILL [1999]

Can The Most Famous Film Star In The World Fall For Just An Ordinary Guy?

This is where I spend my days and years in this small village in the middle of the city 
in a house with a blue door that my wife and I bought together 
before she left me for a man who looked exactly like Harrison Ford.
~William Thacker

Imagine.
Somewhere in the world there'a a man who's allowed to kiss her.
~Spike 

Spike: Though if we're going for this obsessive writing down all the message thing,
some American girl called Anna called a few days ago.
William: What did she say?
Spike: Well, it was genuinely bizarre.
She said "Hi, its'a Anna." Then she said, "Call me at The Ritz."
and then gave herself a completely different name.
William: Which was?
Spike: Absolutely no idea.
Remembering one name's hard enough.

[interview scene]
William: The film's great,and... I just was wondering whether you ever thought of having...
more... horses in it.
[PR Chief clears his throat]
Anna: Well, we would have liked to, but it was... difficult, obviously, being set in space.
William: Space, right, yeah. Obviously very difficult.
[PR Chief walk out from the room]
William: I'm so sorry. I arrived outside, they thrust this thing into my hand...
Anna: No, it's my fault. I thought this would all be over by now.
I just wanted to sort of apologize for the kissing thing.
I seriously don't know what came over me.
And I just wanted to make sure that you were fine about it.
William: Yeah, yeah, absolutely fine.
[PR Chief enter the room again]
PR Chief: Do remember that Miss Scott is also keen to talk about her next project
which is shooting later in the summer.
William: Ah, yes, excellent, excellent.
Any horses in that one?
Or hounds for that matter.
Our readers are equally intrigued by both species.
Anna: It takes place on a submarine.
William: Oh, well, bad luck.
But, if there were horses in it, would you be riding them
or would you be getting a stunt-horse-double-man-thing?
[PR Chief sighs and walk out from the room]
William: I'm a complete moron. I apologize.
This is very weird.
It's the sort thing that happens in dreams, not in real life.
I mean, good dreams.
It's a dream, in fact, to see you again.
Anna: What happens next in the dream?
William: I suppose in the dream... dream scenario... I just change my personality
because you can do that in dreams and walk over and... kiss the girl.
[William about to kiss Anna when PR Chief came again to the room]
PR Chief: Time's up, I'm afraid.
Did you get what you wanted?
William: Um... nearly, nearly.
PR Chief: Well, maybe just one last question.
[The door closed]
William: Are you... busy tonight?
Anna: Yes.
William: Right, right...
Anna stands up: Well, it was nice to meet you.
William: Yes, and you.
Anna: Surreal... but nice.
William: Thank you.
You are Horse & Hounds' favorite actress.

[being push to interview the other cast of the movie]
William: So, is this your first film?
12-year-old actress: No, its my 22nd.
William: Of course it is. Any favorites among the 22?
12-year-old actress: Working with Leonardo.
William: Da Vinci?
12-year-old actress: DiCaprio.
William, chuckles: Of course.
And is... is he your favorite Italian director?

William: It's my sister's birthday, shit!
We're meant to be having dinner.
Anna: Okay, that's fine.
William: No. I'm sure I can get out of it.
Anna: No, I mean, if it's fine with you, I'll be your date.
William: You... You'll be my date to my little sister's birthday party?
Anna: If it's all right?
William: Yeah, I'm sure it's all right.
My friend Max is cooking,
and he is generally acknowledged to be the worst cook in the world.
But, you know, you could hide the food in your handbag or something.

Honey, entering the room: Hi guys. [she spot Anna] Oh, holy fuck!
William: Hon, this is Anna. 
Anna, this is Honey, she's my baby sister.
Anna: Oh, hi.
Honey: Oh, God. 
This is one of those key moments in life when it's possible you can be really genuinely cool
and I... I'm going to fail just a 100%.
I... I absolutely, totally and utterly adore you.
And I just think, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
And more importantly, I genuinely believe, and I've believed some time now,
that we could be best friends.
So what do you think?
Anna: Lucky me.
Well, happy birthday. [handed her a gift]
Honey: Oh, you gave me present. We're best friends already then.
Marry Will. He's a really nice guy. Then we can be sisters.
Anna: Well, I'll think about it.

Max: I'm gonna give the last brownie as a prize to the saddest act here.
William: Bern.
Bernie: Yeah, all right, well, obviously it's me, isn't it?
I work in the city in a job I don't understand, and everyone keeps getting promoted above me.
I haven't had a girlfriend since... since puberty.
And... nobody fancies me.
And if these cheeks get any chubbier, they never will.
Honey: Nonsense. I fancy you.
Bernie: Really?
Honey: Yeah, or I did before you got so fat.
Max: And unless I'm much mistaken your job still pays you rather a lot of money
whilst Honey here earns 20 pence a week flogging her guts out in London's worst record store.
Honey: Yes! And I haven't got hair. I've got feathers.
And I've got funny goggly eyes.
And I'm attracted to cruel men.
And actually, no one will marry me because my boosies have actually started shrinking.
Max: It's incredibly sad.
Bella: But in the other hand, her best friend is Anna Scott.
Honey: That's true, I can't deny it. She needs me, what can I say?
[everybody laugh]
Bella: And most of her limbs work,
whereas I'm stuck in this thing day and night, in a house full of ramps.
And to add insult to serious injury, I've totally given up smoking, my favorite thing.
And, the truth is, we can't have a baby.
William: Oh, Bell...
Bella: C'est la vie.
Still, we're lucky in lots of ways.
But surely that's worth a brownie.
Max: Well, I don't know... Look at William.
Very unsuccessful professionally.
Bella: That's true.
Max: Divorced.
Used to be handsome, now kind of squidgy round the edges.
And absolutely certain never to hear from Anna again once she's heard that his nickname at school was...
Bernie: Floppy.
William: You did. I can't believe it, you did.
Thanks very much, thank you.
Well, at least I get the last brownie.
Max: I think so, yes.
Anna: Well, wait. What about me?
Max: I'm sorry. You think you deserve the brownie?
Anna: A shot at it at least, huh?
William: You'll have to prove it.
This is a very, very good brownie. I'm gonna fight for it.
Anna: I've been on a diet every day since I was 19, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade.
I've had a series of not-nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me.
And every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment.
And... it's taken 2 rather painful operations to get me looking like this.
Honey: Really?
Anna: Really. [point to her chin and nose]
And one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act,
and I will become some sad, middle-aged woman who looks a bit like
someone who was famous for a while.
[they pause for a while]
Max: No, nice try, gorgeus, but you don't fool anyone.
Bernie: No!
William: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.

[Anna and William overheard men's talking at the restaurant]
Man I: You can give Anna Scott any day.
Man II: I didn't like her last film. fell asleep as soon as the lights went down.
Man III: I don't really care what the film's like.
Any film with her in, it's fine by me.
 Man II: She's not my type at all. I prefer the other one.
You know, blonde, sweet-looking. You know... What's her name?
Has an orgasm every time you take her out for a cup of coffee.
Man III: Meg Ryan.
Man I: No, she's too wholesome.
Man III: The point about Miss Scott is, she's got that twinkle in her eyes.
Man II: Probably drug-induced. Spends most of her life in bloody rehab.
Man III: Well, whatever. She's so clearly up for it.
You see, most girls, they're all like, "Stay away, chum."
But Anna, she is absolutely gagging for it.
Do you know that in over 50% of the languages,
the word for 'actress' is the same as the word for 'prostitute'?
[men laughing]
Man I: Where did you get that from?
Man III: And Anna is your definitive actress,
someone really filthy you can just flip over and start again.
[William furious]
William: Right, that's it, sorry.
Anna: No, no, there's really no point.
[William approaching the men]William: Sorry to disturb you, guys. But hm...
Man III: Can I help?
William: Yeah. I wish I hadn't overheard your conversation, but I did.
I just think, you know... the person you're talking about is a real person.
And I think she probably deserves a little bit more consideration
rather than having jerks like you drooling over her.
Man III: Oh, sod off, mate. What are you, her dad?
[Anna pull him off and they walk away]
William: I'm sorry.
Anna: No, I love that you tried.
Time was I'd have done the same thing.
In fact...
[she walks back to the men's table]
Anna: Hi...
Man III: Oh, my God.
Anna: I just wanted to apologize for my friend. He's very sensitive.
Man III: Look, I'm sorr...
Anna: No, no, leave it. It's you know...
I'm sure you didn't mean any harm. I'm sure it was just friendly banter.
I'm sure you guys have dicks the size of peanuts.
Enjoy your dinner. The tuna's really good.

My whole life ruined because I don't read Hello magazine.
~William Thacker

Anna, a goddess.
You know what happens to mortals who get involved with the gods.
~Max

William: I think you've forgotten what an unusual situation you two have.
To find someone you actually... love, who'll love you.
The chances are always minuscule.
Look at me.
Apart from the American, I've only loved 2 girls, both total disasters.
Max: That's not fair.
William: No, really.
One of them marries me, then leaves me faster than you can say 'Indiana Jones'.
And the other... who seriously ought to have known better, casually marries my best friend.
Bella: She still loves you, though.
William: In a depressingly asexual way.

Spike: I don't want to interfere or anything, but she's just split up from her boyfriend, right?
 William: Maybe.
Spike: And she's in your house.
William: Yes.
Spike: And you get on very well.
William: Yes.
Spike: Well, isn't this, perhaps, a nice opportunity to... sleep her once.
William: Spike, for God's sakes. She's in trouble. Get a grip.
Spike: You think it's the wrong moment. Fair enough.

Anna: Rita Hayworth used to say,
"They go to bed with Gilda, they wake up with me."
William: Who was Gilda?
Anna: Her most famous part.
Men went to bed with the dream, and they didn't like it when they woke up with the reality.
Do you feel that way?
William: You are lovelier this morning that you have ever been.

Anna: Can I stay a bit longer?
William: Stay forever.

Anna: This is such an unbelievable mess.
I come to you to protect myself against more crappy gossip, and now I've just landed in it all over again.
For God's sake, I've got a boyfriend!
William: You have?
Anna: As far as they're concerned I do.
And now, tomorrow there'll be pictures of you in every newspaper from here to Timbuktu!
 William: I know that, but... just let's stay calm.
Anna: You stay calm!
This is a perfect situation for you, isn't it? Minimum input, maximum publicity.
Everywhere you go, people will say, 
"Well, done. You slept with that actress. We saw the pictures."
William: That is spectacularly unfair.
Anna: Maybe it'll even help business.
Buy a boring book about Egypt from the guy that screwed Anna Scott.

William: Today's newspapers will be lining tomorrow's wastepaper bin.
Anna: Excuse me?
William: You know, it's just one day.
Tomorrow, today's papers will all have been thrown out.
Anna: You really don't get it.
This story will be filed.
Every time anyone writes anything about me, they'll dig up these photos.
Newspapers last forever.
I'll regret this forever.
William: I will feel the opposite, if it's okay by you, and... always be glad that you came to stay.

No one knows why some things work out and some things don't.
~Bella

William: I live in Notting Hill. You live in...Beverly Hills.
Everyone in the world knows who you are.
My mother has trouble remembering my name.
Anna: Fine... Good decision.
The fame thing isn't really real, you know.
And don't forget, I'm... I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

It was, sort of sweet, actually.
I know she's an actress and all that, so she can deliver a line, but...
she said she might be as famous as she can be,
but also that she was just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him... to love her.
Oh, sod a dog, I've made the wrong decision, haven't I?
~William Thacker

Reporter: The last time you were here, there were some fairly graphic photographs
taken of you with a young English guy.
So, what happened there?
Anna: He was just a friend. We're still friends, I think.
[William raise his hand]
PR Chief: Yes, gentleman in a pink shirt.
William: Yes, Miss Scott, are there any circumstances in which the 2 of you
might be more than just good friends?
Anna: I hoped there would be, but no, I'm... assured there aren't.
William: But what would you say if...
PR Chief: Sorry, just one question, please.
Anna: No, it's all right. You were saying?
William: I was just wondering if it turned out that this person...
Reporter: Thacker. His name was Thacker.
William: Thanks... thanks.
I just wondered whether if Mr. Thacker realized he'd been a daft prick
and got down on his knees and begged you to reconsider
whether you would, in fact, then reconsider?
Anna: Yes, I believe I would.
William: That's very good news.

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