Dialogues of my all time favourite movie “You’ve got mail”…… not just becoz I am a die hard romantic.. but more so for the witty dialogues..
Joe Fox to Kathleen Kelly in email] Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms
Annabelle Fox: Oh that’s not my Dad, that’s my NEPHEW.
Kathleen Kelly: You know, I don’t really think that HE could be your nephew.
Joe Fox: No, no, no – it’s true – Annabelle is my, aunt. Isn’t that right Aunt Annabelle?
Annabelle Fox: Unh-huh, and Matt is hi…
Kathleen Kelly: No no! Let me guess! Are you his uncle?
[Matt giggling shakes his head no]
Kathleen Kelly: His grandfather?
[giggling harder still shaking head]
Kathleen Kelly: His great-grandfather?
Matthew Fox: [Laughing] I’m his BROTHER!
Joe Fox: [Answering Kathleen’s very confused look] Matthew is my father’s son, Annabelle is my grandfather’s daughter. We are… an American family!
Joe Fox: Whatever you do, just don’t listen to anything I say.
Nelson Fox: Perfect. Keep those West Side, liberal, nuts, psudo- intellectuals…
Joe Fox: Readers Dad, they’re called readers.
Nelson Fox: Don’t do that son, don’t romanticize them.
Kathleen Kelly to Joe Fox (NY152) in email] Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today I saw one. I couldn’t believe it. It got on at 42nd — and got off at 59th, where I assume it was going to Bloomindale’s to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake. As almost all hats are
Joe Fox [to Kevin] I said we were a goddamn piazza where people could mingle and mix and be.…I was eloquent. Shit.
Joe Fox [to Kathleen Kelly (Shopgirl) in instant message] –The Godfather is the I Ching. The Godfather is the sum of all wisdom. The Godfather is the answer to any question. What should I pack for my summer vacation? ‘Leave the gun, take the cannoli.’ What day of the week is it? ‘Maunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday.’ And the answer to your question is ‘Go to the mattresses.’ You’re at war. ‘It’s not personal, it’s business. It’s not personal it’s business.’ Recite that to yourself every time you feel you’re losing your nerve. I know you worry about being brave, this is your chance. Fight. Fight to the death.
Joe Fox: The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don’t know what the hell they’re doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.
Kathleen Kelly: [exits]
Next customer in line: Tall decaf cappucino.
Schuyler Fox: Your father is getting married.
Joe Fox: Really?
Nelson Fox: Yes.
Joe Fox: Congratulations.
Nelson Fox: Thank you.
Joe Fox: Why?
Nelson Fox: Who knows?
Joe Fox: Love?
Nelson Fox: Possible.
Christina Plutzker: It’s so romantic
Birdie Conrad: But it wasn’t meant to be.
Kathleen Kelly: Why not?
Birdie Conrad: He ran Spain.
Christina Plutzker: Spain?
Birdie Conrad: The country. He ran it. That was his job. And then he died. Just as well…
Frank: [later, at the theater with Kathleen] She fell in love with Generalissimo Franco?
Kathleen Kelly: Don’t say that. We don’t know that for sure.
Frank: Who else could it have been? It was probably around 1960… I mean, it’s not like he was something normal, like a socialist or an anarchist or something…
Kathleen Kelly: It happened in Spain. People do really stupid things in foreign countries.
Frank: Absolutely. They buy leather jackets for much more than they’re worth, but they don’t fall in love with fascist dictators.
Frank: [during the movie] I could never be with someone who doesn’t take politics as seriously as I do.
Kathleen Kelly: You don’t love me.
Frank Navasky: [shakes his head ‘no’]
Kathleen Kelly: Me either
Frank Navasky: You don’t love me? But we’re so right for each other.
Kathleen Kelly: I KNOW. I know.
Frank: What about you, is there someone else?
Kathleen Kelly: No. No, but, but there’s the dream of someone else.
[Kathleen Kelly to Joe Fox (NY152) in email] Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void.
Kathleen Kelly: God, I didn’t, I didn’t realize. I didn’t, I didn’t know.
Joe Fox: [finishing the sentence] who you were with?
[bad Italian accent]
Joe Fox: I didn’t know who you were with.
Kathleen Kelly: Excuse me?
Joe Fox: It’s from The Godfather.
Joe Fox: Sorry, it’s from The Godfather. It’s, when the, ah, movie producer realizes that Tom Hagen is an emissary of Vito Corleone. It’s just before the horse’s head ends up in the bed all the bloody sheets, you know, wakes up, and it’s
[imitates horrified scream]
Joe Fox: ah. AaHH. AAAHH. AAHHHH. AAHHH.
[pauses seeing that this is not having any effect on Kathleen]
Joe Fox: Never mind
Joe Fox: [talking via email, to who he doesn’t know is Kathleen Kelly] Have you ever become the worst version of yourself. That a pandora’s box of all the hateful things, your spite, your arrogance, your condecension has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of smiling and walking away… you zing them. “Hello it’s Mr Nasty”. I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about…
Kathleen Kelly: [talking via email, to who she doesn’t know is Joe Fox] No I know exactly what you mean and I’m completely jealous. When I’m confronted by someone I get tongue tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning over what i should have said. For example what should I have recently said to…
[meaning confrontation with Joe]
Kathleen Kelly: …a bottom dweller who recently belittled my existance.
[stops and thinks]
Kathleen Kelly: Nothing… even now days later I still can’t figured it out…
Joe Fox: Wouldn’t it be great if I could pass all my zingers to you, then I could always be nice and you could be nasty whenever you wanted to be. Although I must warn you… when you eventually have the pleasure of saying the thing you want to say at the moment you’re wanting to say it… remorse eventually follows…
Kathleen Kelly: [in an email to Joe Fox] The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings
Joe Fox: It wasn’t… personal.
Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s *personal* to a lot of people. And what’s so wrong with being personal, anyway?
Joe Fox: Uh, nothing.
Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.
Joe Fox: Mister 152 Felony Indictments —
Kathleen Kelly: Mister 152… insights into my soul.
Joe Fox: Yeah. Well. Can’t compete with that.
Kathleen Kelly: Well. I keep bumping into you. Hope your mango’s ripe.
Joe Fox: I think it is.
Joe Fox: Sometimes I wonder…
Kathleen Kelly: What?
Joe Fox: If I hadn’t been FoxBooks and you hadn’t been the Shop Around the Corner… and you and I had, just you know, met… Yeah. I would have asked for your phone number and I wouldn’t have been able to wait 24 hours before calling and asking, “How about coffee, drinks, dinner, a movie, for as long as we both shall live?”
Kathleen Kelly: Joe.
Joe Fox: And you and I would have never been at war. And the only things we would’ve fought about would be what video to rent on Saturday night.
Kathleen Kelly: Well, who fights about that?
Joe Fox: Well, some people. Not us.
Kathleen Kelly: We would never.
Joe Fox: …if only.
Kathleen Kelly: I should go.
Joe Fox: Well let me ask you something. How can you forgive this guy for standing you up and not forgive me for this tiny little thing like putting you out of business.