Chapter V – Part 3

Sally: …and I don’t see that there’s anything wrong with that.

Harry: Of course not you’re too busy being happy. Do you ever think about death?

Sally: Yes.

Harry: Sure you do, a fleeting thought that jumps in and out of the transience of your mind. I spend hours, I spend days…

Sally: And you think that makes you a better person.

Harry: Look, when the shit comes down I’m gonna be prepared and you’re not that’s all I’m saying.

Sally: And in the mean time you’re gonna ruin your whole life waiting for it.

(a while later, still in the car)

Sally: You’re wrong.

Harry: I’m not wrong, he wants…

Sally: You’re wrong.

Harry: …he wants her to leave that’s why he puts her on the plane.

Sally: I don’t think she wants to stay.

Harry: Of course she wants to stay. Wouldn’t you rather be with Humphrey Bogart than the other guy?

Sally: I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in Casablanca married to a man who runs a bar. I probably sound very snobbish to you but I don’t.

Harry: You’d rather be in a passionless marriage.

Sally: And be the first lady of Czechoslovakia.

Harry: Than live with the man you’ve had the greatest sex of you life with, and just because he owns a bar and that is all he does.

Sally: Yes. And so’d any woman in her right mind, woman are very practical, even Ingrid Bergman which is why she gets on the plane at the end of the movie.

(They pull up to a road side cafe.)

Harry: I understand.

Sally: What? What?

Harry: Nothing.

Sally: What?

Harry: Forget about it.

Sally: For.. What? Forget about what?

Harry: It’s not important.

Sally: No just tell me.

Harry: Obviously you haven’t had great sex yet.

(Turns to waitress) Two please.

Waitress: Right over there.

Sally: Yes I have.

Harry: No you haven’t.

Sally: It just so happens that I have had plenty of good sex.

(Silence, the whole restaurant looks at Sally. Sally realizes what she had done, walks carefully with a tilted head towards the table.)

Harry: With whom?

Sally: What?

Harry: With whom did you have this great sex?

Sally: I’m not going to tell you that!

Harry: Fine, don’t tell me.

Sally: Shel Gordon.

Harry: Shel? Sheldon? No, no, you didn’t have

great sex with … Sheldon.

Sally: I did too.

Harry: No you didn’t. A Sheldon can do your income taxes. If you need a root canal Sheldon’s your man, but humping and pumping is not Sheldon’s strong suit. It’s the name. Do it to me ‘Sheldon’, you’re an animal ‘Sheldon’, ride me big ‘Sheldon’. Doesn’t work.

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