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visor that I've marked to show the locations so we can change shifts.
Harry: I miss you already, huh, I miss you already. (Harry climbs to reach for something at the back-seat) Sally: There's a...there's a map on the huh... (Harry spits pits out but the window was shut) Harry: I'll roll down the window. Sally: The story of my life isn't even going to get us out of Chicago I mean nothing's happened to me yet.
Sally: So you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive. Sally: What if they don't want to have sex with you? (Louis Armstrong breaks into "You say neither, I say....".
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive, he always wants to have sex with her.
It's all suspicious, where was Sunday, where was Sunday?
And then one day Sheldon says to me, 'You never wear Sunday'.
Harry: I don't think it's a matter of opinion, empirically you are attractive.
Harry: You're right, you're right, I don't want to know.
Woman: And we both looked at each other, and it was just as though not a single day had gone by. (Sally and Joe kissing in the airport, Harry walked by and saw them.) Harry: Joe!
And it was thirty four years later that I was walking down Broadway and I saw her come out of Toffenetti's.
It's an eighteen hour trip which breaks down into six shifts of three hours each or alternatively we couldb reak it down by mileage. Harry: We've got eighteen hours to kill before we hit New York.
(Harry and Sally in the car, on their whay to New York) Sally: I have it all figured out. Harry: So you can write about things that happen to other people.
Sally: First of all, I am not *with* you, and second of all it is none of your business why we broke up. (They've finished eating.) Sally: (talking to herself) Ok, so fifteen percent of my share is ninety...