Letters to Juliet (2010)
Claire: Dear Claire, "What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet
Charlie: Because the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, truly, deeply, passionately in love with you.
Charlie: Listen. Listen to me very carefully. I live in London, a gorgeous, vibrant, historic city that I happen to love living in. You live in New York, which is highly overrated... But since the Atlantic Ocean is a bit wide to cross every day, swimming, boating or flying, I suggest we flip for it... And if those terms are unacceptable, leaving London will be a pleasure, as long as you're waiting for me on the other side. 'Cause the truth is, I am Madly, Deeply, Truly, Passionately in Love with You.
Sophie: [drily] I'm sorry, I didn't know love had an expiration date.
Claire: Charlie doesn't approve, which makes it all the more fun.
Charlie: [trying to convince Claire to leave] It's been a long day.
Claire: All right, darling, have a nice sleep.
Sophie: I didn't go to him, Juliet. I didn't go to Lorenzo. His eyes were so full of trust I promised I'd meet him and run away together because my parents don't approve. But, instead, I left him waiting for me below our tree - waiting and wondering where I was. I'm in Veronoa now. I return to London in the morning and I am so afraid. Please, Juliet tell me what I should do. My heart is breaking and I have no one else to turn to. Love, Claire
Charlie: But that's different.
Claire: Oh, of course it is. Her mother chose to leave her. You always knew your parents loved you.
Sophie: Are you okay?
Charlie: Please tell me no one saw that.
Sophie: Nobody saw it.
Charlie: Good. That's good.
Sophie: Can you move?
Charlie: Only my lips.
Claire: I think you understand why I'm saying you're a total idiot.
Charlie: Okay, okay, gran. Don't sugarcoat it.
Claire: I won't.
Charlie: I would have grabbed her from that blasted balcony and been done with it.
Claire: One of the great joys in life is having one's hair brushed.
Charlie: [running after her] Sophie! Sophie!
[Sophie appears on the balcony]
Charlie: Of course! The balcony!
Charlie: [as Sophie interrupts yet again] Oh-*here she comes!*
Sophie: So no "Lake Garda" today?
Victor: Well, "Lake Garda"'s been there for five hundred thousand years.
[as Sophie walks past]
Builder: Hey sweetheart, can I help you carry your magazine?