My Best Friend's Wedding1997

George:
Who called? The man of the moment?

Julianne Potter:
No, the opposite, my Michael. Michael O'Neal. Sounds desperate to talk to me.

George:
Oh, the wandering sports writer. Remind me about that one.

Julianne:
Sophomore year at Brown, we had this one hot month. But, of course, you know me, I got restless. So, I get up the nerve to break his heart and he gives me this look, and then he says, "the thing that makes me wanna cry is, I'm losing the best friend I ever had." And at that moment, I knew, I felt the same way. So, I cried, for maybe the third time in my life, kissed him and we've been best friends ever since. We've seen each other through everything, losing jobs, losing parents, losing lovers. We've travelled all over. The best times of my life, drinking and talking, even if it's just over the phone.

George:
God. This is so moving. Kindred spirits, eh?

Julianne:
He's nothing like me, he's like you actually, only straight... I remember this one night in Tucson, like, six years ago, where he takes a razor out of this tiny little dop kit, cut's his finger, takes my hand, does the same to me.

George:
I'm gonna be sick.

Julianne:
He says "swear, if we're 28, if we've never married, we'll marry each other". We never talked about it again. I don't know what made me think of that.

George:
You're about to be 28 in three weeks, right? How old's he?

Julianne:
You think?

George:
Desperate, to talk.