Holiday

Arthur Abbott: You know what I've been asking myself all night?

Iris: What? Why I'm bothering you with all these questions?

Arthur Abbott: I'm wondering why a beautiful girl like you would go to a strangers' house for their Christmas Vacation, and on top of that spend Saturday night with an old cock-up like me.

Iris: Well, I just wanted to get away from all the people I see all the time!...

[Arthur looks at her incredulously]

Iris: Well, not all the people... one person. I wanted to get away from one... guy.

[she sobs]

Iris: An ex-boyfriend who just got engaged and forgot to tell me.

Arthur Abbott: So, he's a schmuck.

Iris: As a matter of fact, he is... a huge schmuck. How did you know?

Arthur Abbott: He let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.

Iris: You're so right. You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god's sake! Arthur, I've been going to a therapist for three years, and she's never explained anything to me that well. That was brilliant. Brutal, but brilliant.