Love and other Disasters

Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: An early departure? What are the chances of that? If this was a movie, there wouldn't be an early departure.
Peter Simon: If this was a movie, you'd be blonde.
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: If this was a movie, you'd be famous.
Peter Simon: That's the problem with life. It's nothing like movies. 

Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Stop living your life like you're in some kind of movie. 
Peter Simon: Excuse me? 
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Stop trying to cast your love instead of just meeting him. 
Peter Simon: When I meet him, I'll know. 
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: I'm not so sure. Love isn't always a lightning bolt, you know? Maybe sometimes it's just a choice. 
Peter Simon: Well, that's easy for you to say! You're flying to Argentina to meet the love of your life! 
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: That's just it. I don't know that Paolo's the love of my life, but I've decided to give him the chance to be. Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying wether they'll give anything back. Or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose. 
Peter Simon: So what do I do? 
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Well, you could start by putting all of those fantasies of true love where they belong, into your work of fiction

Peter Simon: He's in love with you, Jacks, and you're not in love with him. It doesn't get more simpler than that. 
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: That's not fair. I happen to care about James. A lot. And I hate the fact that he feels more than me, and I hate the fact that I'm not IN love with him because I know I should be, because he's smart and sweet and decent and I don't wanna hurt him. So I keep hoping that I'll grow into it. That maybe one day I'll wake up and I'll feel...
Peter Simon: What?
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: In love! You know, dizzy and feverish and nausea.
Peter Simon: That's not love, Jacks. That's the flu.
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Well at least I'm trying, you big cynic.
Peter Simon: I'm not a cynic.
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: Well, when's the last time you even considered falling in love?
Peter Simon: Today!
Emily 'Jacks' Jackson: I'm not talking about some character in a novel or a movie.
Peter Simon: Neither am I.

Therapist: Relationships are best measured by farting. 
Peter Simon: Excuse me?
Therapist: The stages of a relationship can be defined by farting. Stage one is the conspiracy of silence. This is a fantasy period where both parties pretend that they have no bodily waste. This illusion is very quickly shattered by that first shy, "Ooh, did you fart," followed by the sheepish admission of truth. This heralds a period of deeper intimacy. A period I like to call the "Fart Honeymoon", where both parties find each other's gas just the cutest thing in the world. But, of course, no honeymoon can last forever. And so we reach the critical fork in the fart. Either the fart loses its power to amuse and embarrass thereby signifying true love, or else it begins to annoy and disgust, thereby symbolizing all that is blocked and rancid in the formerly beloved. Do you see what I'm getting at? 






One of my favorite movies