Man: I’m wondering why a beautiful girl like you… …would go to a stranger’s house for her Christmas vacation… …and on top of that, spend Saturday night with an old cocker like me.
Iris: Well, I– I just wanted to get away from the people I see all the time. Well, not all the people. One person. I wanted to get away from one guy. An ex-boyfriend who just got engaged and forgot to tell me. – Sorry.
Man: – So he’s a schmuck.
Iris: As a matter of fact, he is. A huge schmuck. – How did you know?
Man: – He let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies… …and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady. But for some reason, you’re behaving like the best friend.
Iris: You’re so right. You’re supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for God’s sake.
Arthur, I’ve been going to a therapist for three years. And she’s never explained anything to me that well.
That was brilliant. Brutal, but brilliant.
Thank you.
[The Holiday]