It's a Friday night with not a lot going on so I opted for a trip to Blockbuster. If you didn't know, I'm a sucker for the 3 for $20 or 4 for $20 previously viewed deals. I had to pick up "He's Just Not That Into You" after watching it earlier on my iPod.
One of my favorite scenes is the little bit from the not so psychotic girl...
"Ok, i have a question. Why did they invent call ID? Its like, who is this service helping? i mean for centuries... ok, well maybe not centuries, but for like... a lot and a lot of years, people have been answering their phone, and not knowing who it is, and uh, as far as i can tell, no ones died form that. and its like, if the police wanna know who placed a call, uhh, they could trace it. i mean what am i the police?! this constant obsession with needing to know whos calling all the time, its like, so gross! lke, you pick up the phone, you-you find out who it is, then you know. its like... look, all im saying... if a guy doesn't call me, i would like to reserve the right to call him at 15 minute intervals until he picks up... but, you know if he looks down and sees my number, hes gonna think im some kinda psycho or something... which im not. Obviously!"
Another fave from Drew Barrymore...
"I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting."
Sometimes it's disheartening to watch chick flicks alone but occasionally they bring this weird sense of hope of what could be... in this case what could be without the psycho chick and her caller id or the rejected portals.
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