Meg Ryan (back to the M list / R list)

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.

Sally Albright: The first date back is always the toughest, Harry.

Harry Burns: You only had one date. How do you know it's not going to get worse?

Sally Albright: How much worse can it get than finishing dinner, having him reach over, pull a hair out of my head and start flossing with it at the table?

Harry Burns: We're talking dream date compared to my horror.

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.

Marie: I don't think he's every going to leave her.

Sally Albright: I know he's never going to leave her.

Marie: You're right, you're right. I know you're right.

Harry Burns: With whom did you have this great sex?

Sally Albright: I'm not going to tell you that.

Harry Burns: Fine, don't tell me.

Sally Albright: Shel Gordon.

Harry Burns: Shel? Sheldon? No, no, you did not have great sex with Sheldon.

Sally Albright: I did too.

Harry Burns: No you didn't. A Sheldon can do your income taxes, if you need a root canal, Sheldon's your man... but humpin' and pumpin' is not Sheldon's strong suit. It's the name. 'Do it to me Sheldon, you're an animal Sheldon, ride me big Shel-don.' Doesn't work.

Sally Albright: I am not your consolation prize, Harry.

Harry Burns: How long do you like to be held after sex? All night, right? See, that's your problem. Somewhere between 30 seconds and all night is your problem.

Sally Albright: I don't have a problem.

Harry Burns: Yes, you do.

Sally Albright: Yes it is. You are a human affront to all women and I am a woman.

Sally Albright: At least I got the apartment.

Harry Burns: That's what everyone says. But, really, what's so hard about finding an apartment? What you do is look in the obituary section. You see who died, find out where they lived, and tip the doorman. What they could do to make it easier is combine the two. You know, Mr. Kline died yesterday, leaving behind a wife, two children, and a spacious three bedroom apartment with a wood burning fireplace.