Serendipity

Lars:
How does Bora Bora sound?

Sara:
Very sexy sexy.

Jonathan:
I hope you enjoy the gloves you bought yourself.

Sara:
Oh, I'm sure I will, I usually enjoy my own thoughtfulness.

Jonathan:
Maybe I am just getting cold feet.

Dean:
I'm telling you right now British women do not age well. Eight years ago she was a luscious treat, you know, she probably looked like, you know, Baby Spice, now she could look like...

Jonathan:
Old Spice.

Eve:
You know who plays golf? Guys who are too fat to play tennis, like this guy.

Dean:
I hate to break up a good thing, but we have half a dozen strippers waiting for us, we're late.

Halley:
You mean exotic dancers?

Dean:
No, I actually mean strippers.

Jonathan:
This is the ultimate blend to drink. How'd you find this place?

Sara:
I first came in because of the name: Serendipity. It's one of my favorite words.

Jonathan:
It is? Why?

Sara:
It's such a nice sounding word for what it means: a fortunate accident.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
So... you write for the obituary?

Dean:
Absolutely.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Hmm. You must be very proud.

Dean:
Uh-huh. I'm the one with the last word.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Not tonight.

Dean:
Yes, I am.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Don't think so.

Dean:
Absolutely.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Fat chance.

Dean:
Still talking!

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Last line!

Jonathan:
Don't hit with the thing!

Sara:
Ok, favorite movie?

Jonathan:
The correct answer is Cool Hand Luke.

Sara:
I've never seen it?

Jonathan:
Oh, come on! You've never seen Cool Hand Luke? Paul Newman? Oh my god! Come on! Failure to communicate, "sadistic" copper sunglasses with no name, reminds me of you in that way.

Dean:
Contrary to popular New York myth the Times is not omniscient.

Eve:
Sara, it was a movie poster, it's no big deal.

Sara:
It's peculiar though, right? Don't you think?

Eve:
I thought you were through with all this new-age bullshit, feng-shuey and all that crap.

Sara:
Eve, for someone who owns a new-age store you're incredibly earth-bound

Eve:
Oh yeah, well, for a shrink-in-training, you're a little bit crazy, I'll tell you that much.

Jonathan:
Would $20 help?

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
It might if I were a health inspector.

Lars:
No, no, no, cut, cut.

Lars:
Well, the problem is you can't fight off an army of blood-thirsty Vikings with a shenai, it's illogical.

Lars:
You don't think he looks like he hates the music?

Eve:
Oh my god! Prada! Ooh! Prada! I love this stuff!

Sara:
Eve, that's a horrific fake! At least my knockoff says 'Prada,' your's says 'Prado!'

Eve:
Well, I say for a dollar I can buy a magic marker and fix it. I'll take it!

Dean:
What's wrong? You alright?

Jonathan:
Her name's Sara Thomas.

Dean:
How?

Jonathan:
Halley gave it to me as a wedding present.

Jonathan:
So are you gonna meet your boyfriend now or what?

Sara:
No, I think he's out probably doing what you're doing.

Jonathan:
Getting a crush on somebody else's girlfriend? No, I'm sorry, I just meant I had a really nice time. You know, maybe you should give me your phone number. Just in case.

Sara:
In case of what?

Jonathan:
In case of life. I just had a really great time and for all we know I wouldn't be able to find you again.

Sara:
Well, if we're meant to meet again, we'll meet again. it's just not the right time now.

Jonathan:
Maybe we're supposed to meet on British time and we're five hours too early.

Jonathan:
Happy anniversary.

Sara:
When did you get to be so unimaginably romantic?

Jonathan:
I think that it's good luck that we return this year to the scene of the crime. (pours a paper cup of champagne) Cheers.

Sara:
Cheers.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Oh, I don't think so, no beverages on the premesis, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Jonathan:
Hey, how are you doing? Don't you remember me?

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Yes I do.

Jonathan:
This is her, This is the girl!

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Ms. Carbon-copy.

Jonathan:
Yes.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
I see.

Jonathan:
This is the guy who helped me find you!

Sara:
Oh, hi!

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
If you're not going to purchase anything, please make room for paying customers.

Jonathan:
We do, we want some gloves, some cashmere gloves.

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Oh, I'm sorry, that would be the closing bell. Perhaps tomorrow...

Sara:
You're not serious...

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
Store hours 10 to 7 except Sundays and holidays.

Jonathan:
He warms up...

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
At the discretion of management or with the possible visit of dignitaries...

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
No, no, no, no, please, on the other side of the counter! You cannot come back here, this is for authorized personnel only, please stay on your side of the counter, thank you very much!

Dean:
Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather it's a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan.

Dean:
Johnathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of the New York Times, described Johnathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. "Things were clearer for him," Kansky noted. Ultimately Johnathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we crrently refer to as destiny.

Dean:
You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?".

Janitor:
They called the whole thing off!

Dean:
You're the sh*t!

[man next to him on plane looks over at him thinking he's talking to him]

Jonathan:
[to the guy] That would be me, the sh*t.

[Jonathan is trying to get Sara's information from her old Bloomingdale's account]

Jonathan:
Would $20 help?

Bloomingdale's Salesman:
It might if I were a health inspector.

[at Bloomingdale's]

Jonathan:
Happy anniversary.

Sara:
When did you get to be so unimaginably romantic?

Jonathan:
I think that it's good luck that we return this year to the scene of the crime. (pours a paper cup of champagne) Cheers.

Sara:
Cheers.

Dean:
[Lying on the grass with Jonathan, outside Sara's house] Maybe we're lying here because you don't wanna be standing somewhere else.

Dean:
[commenting on Jonathan's craziness] They should make pills for this.

Eve:
[commenting on Sara's craziness] They should make pills for this.