Because the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, truly, deeply, passionately in love with you.
Listen. Listen to me very carefully. I live in London, a gorgeous, vibrant, historic city that I happen to love living in. You live in New York, which is highly overrated… But since the Atlantic Ocean is a bit wide to cross every day, swimming, boating or flying, I suggest we flip for it… And if those terms are unacceptable, leaving London will be a pleasure, as long as you’re waiting for me on the other side. ‘Cause the truth is, I am Madly, Deeply, Truly, Passionately in Love with You.
Well, wouldn’t this be nice, Gran? Going from a boy who works the fields to a man who owns them. And you got to skip the messy bits.
It’s over! We’re done! We’ve found Nemo!
You’re not here ‘because you’re some romantic who wants to believe in love lasting forever! You’re here for the story. Here to see how it all ends! It doesn’t matter to you if it’s a happy ending or a sad ending as long as it’s compelling, right? As long as there’s drama.
I’m just looking out for her!
She’s dealt with enough grief in her life! She’s lost her husband, her daughter and her son-in-law! Now, *you* come along and set her up to lose someone she already lost fifty years ago! But why should I expect you to anything? You don’t know ANYTHING about loss!
l honestly think she has no interest meeting a woman that can manage to jam, ”Oh, my God” and ”awesome” into the same sentence.
Oh, you mean – oh well, at least l’m not Romeo.
No, no, no, because you see, if l found the love of my life, l wouldn’t stand there like an idiot whispering in a garden. l would just grab her from that blasted balcony and be done with it.
lt’s nearly tomorrow and l don’t want to go.
