Meg Ryan

I have no response to that.

But still...We're on a raft... There's no land in site.... I don't now...

It's always gonna be something with you; isn't it, Joe?

This is it, this is exactly where I'm supposed to be, right here, with her. So I guess I just wish I could have appreciated everything more.

It rains nine months a year in Seattle.

I know!

Destiny is something that we've invented because we can't stand that fact that everything that happens is accidental.

I don't deserve you.

Well, I wouldn't put it that way, but... okay.

Long live the Romanov's!

Right! I couldn't have said it better myself!

Well, you're in a rotten mood, Patricia!

It's the sunshine: it gets me down.

Would you like to hear a poem?

Ok, sure.

Long ago, the delicate tangles of his hair covered the emptiness of my hand. Would you like to hear it again?

No dying now, Mr. Messenger. Not until you give me Seth's phone number.

Do you really think I'm royalty?

You know I do!

Then stop bossing me around!

Men are such babies

Men are such babies.

Why don't you tell me the story of your life?

The story of my life?

We've got eighteen hours to kill before we hit New York.

The story of my life isn't even going to get us out of Chicago, I mean nothing's happened to me yet. That's why I'm going to New York.

So something can happen to you?

Yes.

Like what?

I can go into journalism school to become a reporter.

So you can write about things that happen to other people?

My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and they live in a state of constant total amazement.

I wonder where we'll end up?

Away from the things of man, my love. Away from the things of man.

Okay Fine . I Take it back .

Okay Fine. I take it back.

You can't take it back . It's Already out there .

You can't take it back. It's Already out there.

Oh Geez . Call the cops it's already out there .

Oh Geez. Call the cops it's already out there.

"Things don't happen for a reason; they just happen."

Things don't happen for a reason; they just happen.

You think you're going to miss it?

Miss what? Your talking?

No. Russia.

Your Imperial Highness. Look what ten years has done to us: you a beautiful young flower and me a rotting corpse.

That face!

Last seen at a party like this one.

A curse...

"Hey Goose ya big stud!"

Hey Goose ya big stud!

"That's me honey."

That's me honey.

"Take me me to bed or lose me forever!"

Take me me to bed or lose me forever!

"You make a million decisions that mean nothing, & then one day, you order take-out, and it changes your life."

You make a million decisions that mean nothing, & then one day, you order take-out, and it changes your life.

Kathleen Kelly: I love daisies. Joe Fox: You told me. Kathleen Kelly: They're so friendly. Don't you think daisies are the friendliest flower?

I love daisies.

You told me.

They're so friendly. Don't you think daisies are the friendliest flower?

Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one. It got on at 42nd, and off at 59th, where, I assume it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake - as almost all hats are.

Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one. It got on at 42nd, and off at 59th, where, I assume it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.

What will NY152 say today I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

[on closing her store] But the truth is, I'm heart broken. I feel as though a part of me has died and my mother has died all over again and nothing will ever make it right.

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.

It's horrifying how much you can hate yourself for being low and weak and he couldn't save me from that. So I turned it on him; I tried to empty it onto him. But there was always more, you know. When he tried to help I told him that he made me feel small and worthless. But nobody makes us feel that, we do that for ourselves. I shut him out because I knew if he ever really saw who I was inside, that he wouldn't love me. And we're separated now, he's moved away, and it was so hard not to beg him to stay. And I don't know if I'm going to get a second chance but I have to believe. That I deserve one. Because we all do.

I think I could love you again if you could, for once, say 'I don't know.'

Destiny is something we've invented because we can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.

I don't deserve you.

Sam... It's nice to meet you.

Sam. It's nice to meet you.

You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.

Harry, you're going to have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling that you have, every moment that you have them.

I wait all day, just hoping for one more minute with you, and I don't even know you.

Those eyes. The way he looked right... right down into me.

Those eyes. The way he looked right, right down into me.

I'm not afraid. When they ask me what I liked the best, I'll tell them, it was you.

But I would be proud...

But I would be proud...

...to partake...

...to partake...

...of your pecan pie.

...of your pecan pie.