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Woman: And we both looked at each other, and it was just as though not a single day had gone by. (Sally and Joe kissing in the airport, Harry walked by and saw them.) Harry: Joe! And it was thirty four years later that I was walking down Broadway and I saw her come out of Toffenetti's. Harry: Oh gees, what are we suppose to do, call the cops? (On the road once more) Harry: You realise of course that we can never be friends. Sally: That's not true, I have a number of men friends and there's is no sex involved. 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. It's all suspicious, where was Sunday, where was Sunday? And then one day Sheldon says to me, 'You never wear Sunday'.
Harry: Yeah, it's great, I was just walking by and I thought it was you and there it is, it's you! Harry: I work with a small firm and we do political consulting.
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.
Harry: I don't think it's a matter of opinion, empirically you are attractive.
Sally: Well may be she doesn't think I'm attractive.