Sally: You're saying I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge? Sally: Well I guess we're not going to be friends then. Harry: Doesn't matter, because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story. They've reached the Big Apple and are unloading Harry's luggage) Harry: Thanks for the ride. Sally: I can go into journalism school to become a reporter. Suppose you lived out your whole life and nothing happens you never meet anybody you never become anything and finally you die in one of those New York deaths which nobody notices for two weeks until the smell drifts into the hallway. Sally: I have just as much of a dark side as the next person. When I buy a new book I always read the last page first that way in case I die before I finish I know how it ends. Sally: That doesn't mean you're deep or anything I mean... (a while later, still in the car) Sally: You're wrong. If you need a root canal Sheldon's your man, but humping and pumping is not Sheldon's strong suit. Do it to me 'Sheldon', you're an animal 'Sheldon', ride me big 'Sheldon'.
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...
Harry: Because if you didn't break up you wouldn't be here with me, you'd be off with Sheldon the wonder-schlong.
visor that I've marked to show the locations so we can change shifts.