Him: I don’t understand your obsession with these movies.
Her: It’s the characters.
Him: What? Why?
Her: What’d’ya mean ‘why’?
Him: Well, I mean, look at ’em. You got this one here, she’s clearly trouble. And Mr. WhatsHisName has got a stick so far up his ass —
Him: No? You don’t think Mr. BackhandCompliment is asking for every bit of sass he gets from Little Miss Troublemaker over here?
Her: That’s why I like them…But it’s not like that exactly… You don’t understand.
Him: So explain it to me.
Her: Take these two for example. They love each other – clearly – but nobody wants to be the first one to say anything because that sucks, y’know? Terrifying. So they have to play this whole game – like social chess – and it’s absolutely lovely because they’re probably a couple of the most well-spoken people on the face of the planet.
Him: Since when do you use the word ‘lovely’?
Her: I use that word!
Him: So you like these people because they’re emotionally constipated?
Her: That’s not what I meant and you know it!
Him: No, ok. So, you like them because of all of the fancy word play and romanticism.
Her: And the costumes. Don’t forget the costumes.
Him: Right. And costumes.
Her: And the fantastic locations.
Him: Locations… I thought you said it was about characters.
Her: It is.
Her: In my mind it would be absolutely perfect if they were real people. We’d all be friends, y’know? We’d do brunch.
Him: Bruch? We’re doing brunch now with Ms. Anti-Establishment and Mr. DontMakeMeFeelMyOwnFeelings?
Her: Yes, and it would be fabulous. You would wear tweed.
Him: Now there’s a fantasy.
Her: Don’t step on my dreams, man. Don’t step on my dreams.
Him: Of course not, m’lady.
Her: You are forgiven. You may kiss my hand.
Him: As you wish.
Her: That’s a completely different movie.
Him: But I get that one.
Her: Shh! This is the best part.
Him: Ok… I love you.
Her: I love you too… Shut up.
They giggle and settle down to watch the rest of the movie.