If you think about it, at first sight, it seems that Sally changes Harry as a part of their eventual relationship, as evidenced by the coconut layer cake mumbo jumbo. But Sally opens up and takes risk on a lot of crazy hijinks Harry starts. Really, it’s a relationship where both are changing each other to become more open to new experiences.
It makes me more hopeful about their future together!
(Oh, wait, it’s just a movie. Right. Nevermind.)
hey, you’re a Baby Fish Mouth!!! nope. just doesn’t work 
Yeah, there’s definitely a bit of Sabrina going on here. It doesn’t work very well.
LOL!! it’s okay, Tray!! I know you feel like you know them, and…OMGs it’s the perm from hell
Yes sir, that’s my baby. No sir, I don’t mean maybe.
Robert Ludlum’s Icarus Agenda. Not a great book.
all those Ludlum books sort of melt together for me
There’s like 2 Ludlum plots. He kept changing character names and replacing one European city name with another, and kept publishing it as a different book. It’s really the world’s easiest creative process. Which is probably how he still publishes now, even after he’s dead.
I love the look on her face when he says “okay” to going to sleep
ouch! 
This moment of comfort and support between friends, which turn into a very uncomfortable make-out session… it’s happened to me before on numerous occasions, and it makes me cringe every time I think of it.
So, you think Harry and Sally would have eventually gotten together if they haven’t committed the Big Mistake?
that’s some awkward salad crunching
I don’t know…I’d like to think so, but i’m not sure that’s what the author intended us to believe
and can I say to Marie’s dress? ick!
I’m so glad there was a salad in the next scene, because I was wondering if “salad crunching” was some kind of a euphemism.
I gotta say, that dress is hideous. But I can’t speak to late 80s/early 90s aesthetics. Maybe that was supposed to be pretty back then.
Hey, he’s not even wearing a tux!
LOL!!! OMGs!!! can’t…breathe…!
the pity-frak. it’s just never a good idea
On one had, I like to think that two people who are so invariably “meant-to-be” together are eventually gonna get together, because Fate will not have it otherwise. But in reality, it’s hard to separate my inner gooey self as hopeless romantic with my chocolatey exterior shell of a bitter cynic. So I brood loudly while secretly hoping.