When Harry Met Sally...1989

Harry:
Why can't we get past this? I mean, are we gonna carry this thing around forever?

Sally:
Forever? It just happened!

Harry:
It happened three weeks ago. You know how a year to a person is like seven years to a dog?

Sally:
Yes. Is one of us supposed to be a dog in this scenario?

Harry:
Yes.

Sally:
Who is the dog?

Harry:
You are.

Sally:
I am? I am the dog? I am the dog?

Harry:
Um-hmm.

Sally:
I am the dog. I-I don't see that, Harry. If anybody is the dog, you are the dog. You want to act like what happened didn't mean anything.

Harry:
I'm not saying it didn't mean anything. I am saying why does it have to mean everything?

Sally:
Because it does! And you should know that better than anybody because the minute that it happens, you walk right out the door.

Harry:
I didn't walk out.

Sally:
No, sprinted is more like it.

Harry:
We both agreed it was a mistake.

Sally:
The worst mistake I ever made.

Harry:
What do you want from me?

Sally:
I don't want anything from you!

Harry:
Fine. Fine, but let's just get one thing straight. I did not go over there that night to make love to you, that is not why I went there. But you looked up at me with these big weepy eyes, don't go home night Harry, hold me a little longer Harry. What was I supposed to do?

Sally:
What are you saying, you took pity on me?

Harry:
No, I was...

Sally:
F*** you! [slaps Harry]