One of my all time favorite movies is The American President with Michael Douglas and Annette Benning. It's got so many great quotes.
The scene: After Sydney (Annette Benning) kisses the President she freaks out a little and talks to her sister Beth (some actress I don't know) about it.
Sydney Ellen Wade: Why did I have to kiss him?
Beth Wade: You kissed him? You didn't tell me that. Where did you kiss him?
Sydney Ellen Wade: On the mouth.
Beth Wade: Where in the White House?
Sydney Ellen Wade: The dish room.
Beth Wade: The dish room?
Sydney Ellen Wade: The china room.
Beth Wade: And then what happened?
Sydney Ellen Wade: He had to go and attack Libya.
Beth Wade: It's always something.
Sydney Ellen Wade: I gotta nip this in the bud. This has catastrophe written all over it.
Beth Wade: In what language? Sydney, the man is the leader of the free world. He's brilliant, funny, handsome. He's an above-average dancer. Isn't it possible our standards are just a tad high?
See, I'm not the only one who is neurotic and questions every little thing about a relationship. If it makes it into a Rob Reiner movie it has to be a universal trait. Even when someone has the perfect mate in hand they still can't accept it.
I wonder about my standards and the standards of my friends. I've been having discussions with my friend M about men wanting relationships and how that's a little scary even though it seems to be what every woman wants. When we get it, we freak out. I think probably we still have to learn the difference between someone being "desperate" and someone being"devoted". It's a fine line but, speaking for myself, I'm not used to even "interested" so either of those makes me nervous. I guess the difference is that when you are mutually attracted to someone, they are devoted. If you are not attracted to them they are desperate. If you tell them you are not interested and they don't get it they are deluded. If they get it yet don't care, get a restraining order.
The scene: After Sydney (Annette Benning) kisses the President she freaks out a little and talks to her sister Beth (some actress I don't know) about it.
Sydney Ellen Wade: Why did I have to kiss him?
Beth Wade: You kissed him? You didn't tell me that. Where did you kiss him?
Sydney Ellen Wade: On the mouth.
Beth Wade: Where in the White House?
Sydney Ellen Wade: The dish room.
Beth Wade: The dish room?
Sydney Ellen Wade: The china room.
Beth Wade: And then what happened?
Sydney Ellen Wade: He had to go and attack Libya.
Beth Wade: It's always something.
Sydney Ellen Wade: I gotta nip this in the bud. This has catastrophe written all over it.
Beth Wade: In what language? Sydney, the man is the leader of the free world. He's brilliant, funny, handsome. He's an above-average dancer. Isn't it possible our standards are just a tad high?
See, I'm not the only one who is neurotic and questions every little thing about a relationship. If it makes it into a Rob Reiner movie it has to be a universal trait. Even when someone has the perfect mate in hand they still can't accept it.
I wonder about my standards and the standards of my friends. I've been having discussions with my friend M about men wanting relationships and how that's a little scary even though it seems to be what every woman wants. When we get it, we freak out. I think probably we still have to learn the difference between someone being "desperate" and someone being"devoted". It's a fine line but, speaking for myself, I'm not used to even "interested" so either of those makes me nervous. I guess the difference is that when you are mutually attracted to someone, they are devoted. If you are not attracted to them they are desperate. If you tell them you are not interested and they don't get it they are deluded. If they get it yet don't care, get a restraining order.
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