- Sally:
- [Crying hysterically] And I’m going to be forty!
- Harry:
- When?
- Sally:
- Someday!
- Harry:
- In eight years!
- Sally:
- But it’s there! It’s like a big dead end! And it’s not the same for men — Charlie Chaplin had kids in his 70’s!
- Harry:
- Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up.
believe it or not, i’m reading crazy salad right now. love your post!
Love that one, too! I think the book by Delia I read as a teenager was How to Eat Like a Child and Other Lessons in Not Being a Grown-up… xox, Yr. Auntie
Love, absolutely love “When Harry Met Sally”. Nora really was someone to look up to – for this screenplay and so many other reasons.
I must look up Delia’s book you referenced, “How to Eat Like a Child, etc.” I’m ashamed to say I’ve never read it!
I watched it again recently, and it really stands up.
“May to January” Cruel! That would mean either he was a corpse or a baby! Reincarnation?!
If I’m not getting it jumbled, Salinger went off to war thinking Oona was going to marry him, only to find while overseas that she had married old Charlie…
I would guess old Jerome would be less likely to call Charles the Little Tramp than a little… Oh, hush! 🙂