Leap Year (2010)
Bride: May you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you. Cheers!
Declan: [slams Anna's suitcase on the ground] How does that work?
Anna: Can you be careful with that, it was a gift from my boyfriend!
Declan: He bought you a suitcase?
Anna: It's a Vuitton.
Anna: A Louis Vuitton?
Declan: Come on. Ah, is it yourself Louis? Can I give you a hand getting into the car Louis? She named her suitcase, she's a crackpot.
Declan: Mrs. O'Brady Callhan. Where the hell are you going?
Anna: You said no.
Declan: I didn't say no. I didn't say anything.
Anna: You walked away.
Declan: I was getting something.
Anna: Really? That was a good time to go get something?
Declan: Yeah, it was actually.
[Presents Anna with a ring]
Anna: When my 60 seconds came around i realized i had everything i ever wanted... but nothing i really needed. and i think what i need is here. and i came all this way to see if you maybe think so too. If you do, well... i don't really have plans past that, which is new for me. So, Declan O'Callhan and i should probably learn your middle name, here is my proposal; i propose we not make plans, i propose we give this thing a chance and let it work out how it works out. so what do you say, do you wanna not make plans with me?
Anna: [as she forces Declan awake] You lying, deceiving, son of a - Get up, get up, get up!
Anna: Oh? Heads you win, tails I lose.
Declan: [smirks] Oh, you finally got that did you? Well then, good for you.
Anna: Up, get up! This is my bed. Liars forfeit.
[as she sniffs him]
Anna: And take a shower, you smell.
Declan: [shakes head] You can see right through the curtain.
Anna: Can you?... can you?
Declan: [as he runs to the shower] Okay, liars forfeit, liars forfeit! No peeking!
Declan: I don't want not to make plans with you. I want to make plans with you.
Anna: You do?
Declan: Yeah I do.
Declan: Dublin, huh? Let me tell you something about Dublin. Dublin is a city of chances and cheats and back stabbing snakes. It is a city where the worst of humanity collects the poison of their country. I wouldn't advise you to go there.
Declan: Why don't you stop trying to control everything in the known universe. It's dinner. Have a little faith that it will all work out.
Declan: [picking Louis Vitton's bag from Anna] I got Louie for you!
Declan: which one of you bollocks thinks my chicken is dry? You? You?
Anna: Do you wanna talk about it?
Declan: Listen, Bob. You're not in America now, you're in Ireland. So have a drink and shut up.
Anna: Are you sure she's gonna make it?
Declan: Remember, she's a classic. It's good as new even after some crazy woman tried to push her off the road.
Anna: I didn't try to push her off the road. I was scrapping cow poo off my shoe, because some rude man didn't help me with the cows.
Declan: Only because someone was being pig-headed couldn't wait.
Anna: Shut up.
Declan: [starts the car] There we are. Right.
Declan: Where to?
Anna: [throws the map into the back] Just drive.
Declan: Alright, Bob...
[cans and a Just Married sign on the back]
Anna: Wait a minute. Where's Louie?
Declan: Louie? He's fine. I strapped him to the roof.
Anna: You strapped him to the roof? He'll get filthy up there.
Declan: Don't worry, we'll throw him in wash. He'll be grand.
Declan: What the hell are you doing here?
Anna: could you maybe be nice for just a second, i just flied 3,000 miles just to get here
Anna: Jeremy and me, it didn't work out.
Declan: I'm sorry.
Anna: Well, when my 60 seconds came around, I realized I had everything I ever wanted, but nothing I really needed. And I think that what I need is here. And I came all this way to see if maybe you might think so too. And if you do... Well, I don't really have any plans past that, which is new for me. So, Declan O'Callaghan, and I should probably learn your middle name, here is my proposal. I propose we *not* make plans. I propose we give this thing a chance and let it work out how it works out. So what do you say? Do you want to *not* make plans with me?
Declan: [confusion becomes amusement, and he walks away]
Anna: [gathers herself, and then to the restaurant patrons] I guess that's an Irish "no".
[and rushes out of he restaurant]
Declan: [catches up with her at the sea] Mrs. O'Brady Callaghan. Where the hell are you going?
Anna: You said no.
Declan: I did not say no. I didn't say anything.
Anna: You walked away.
Declan: I was gettin' somethin'
Anna: Really. That was a good time to go get something?
Declan: Yeah, it was actually. I was gettin' this.
[pulls a ring from his pocket]
Declan: I wouldn't be holding this ring if it weren't for you. I reject your proposal. I don't wanna *not* make plans with you. I wanna *make* plans with you.
Anna: We can get a cab...
Declan: You have legs, haven't you?
Anna: My best feature, so I'm told.
Declan: [looking down] Who told you that?
Anna: [after Declan proposed to her and she accepted] I'm so relieved, I thought I wasn't gonna have a place to stay tonight.
Declan: What? You think you're staying with me? This might cost you.
Anna: Put it on my bill.
Anna: I have other interests besides shopping. I have a life, a job.
Declan: What do you do then?
Anna: I stage apartments.
Declan: Stage apartments, huh? E... what's that?
Anna: Well, when someone is selling an apartment or home, I bring stuff in and make it look as beautiful as I can.
Declan: And they get to keep all the stuff when they buy it?
Anna: No, I take it away. I'm just presenting them with the possibilities. I put a sheen on it.
Declan: Hang on. So you do a job, yeah?
Declan: They buy the house, yeah?
Declan: And then you come along and you take all the stuff away again.
Declan: You're a con artist.
Declan: [Hailstones start to rain] It's fecking Murphy's law with you.
Anna: Good morning, gentlemen.
[smacking with her glove]
Realtor: [cut to high-rise apartment] Anna Brady, I'm so happy to have you here. This is the third open house and not one bite.
Anna: Don't worry. I have everything under control.
Jerome: [cut to lobby] Anna, you are realtor?
Anna: I'm a stager. I stage apartments *for* realtors. I transform ordinary spaces into something special. Most people don't know what it is they want until I show them, and so many places need my help. - Not the Davenport, course.
Anna: [cut to dress fitter] It's just a very thin line between elegant and daring. I think just a quarter inch higher. Less than an eighth of an inch? We'll get it right.
[stabbed with a pin]
Anna: Ouch! You did it on purpose, knock it off.
Anna: Hi! I'd like a ticket to Cork, please.
Agent: Ferry's cancelled.
Anna: What is wrong with this country?
Agent: I usually blame the government, but this one's the weather.