Saturday, March 31, 2007

Love story!

The best love story ever wrriten. And this is what makes it the best:

First line of the novel.

Oliver Barrett IV: What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?

more from love story:

Jennifer Cavalieri: You look stupid and rich.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well, what if I'm smart and poor?
Jennifer Cavalieri: *I'm* smart and poor.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what makes you so smart?
Jennifer Cavalieri: I wouldn't go out for coffee with you that's what.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what if I wasn't even gonna ask you to go out for coffee with me? Jennifer Cavalieri: Well that's what makes you stupid.
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Jennifer Cavalieri: You're gonna flunk out if you don't study.
Oliver Barrett IV: I am studying.
Jennifer Cavalieri: Bullshit. You're looking at my legs.
Oliver Barrett IV: You know, Jenny, you're not that great looking.
Jennifer Cavalieri: I know. But can I help it if you think so?

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Last line of the novel:

Oliver Barrett IV: Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Once you read the first line you will never put it back till you have read the last line.