Amanda: This is Grinell, Iowa, my hometown, where all my family and friends live. But I'm not there now. I'm here, New York City. Home to eight million people, roughly half of whom are men. Which means half of the city is genetically predisposed to lie to the other half. You see, I'm the woman who has the world's worst judgment in men. I know what you're thinking. You might think that you do, but you don't. I do. My grade school boyfriend, Tommy, left me for someone with boobs. My high school boyfriend, Charlie, left me for, well, someone who didn't have any boobs. But that's all behind me now. I have a great job restoring paintings at the Metropolitan Museum. I'm in the Renaissance art division, where the men are easier to deal with.
Amanda: maybe that's why I like art better than real life. They can stay in love forever.
Polly: Nothing, just that you're going to die alone.
Amanda: Seriously, why do I need a personal life if my work makes me happy?
Polly: Because work isn't enough. You need someone to share your life with. And if you give up on that now, it might not be so easy to find later.
Holly: Okay, remember, when you walk in you're the most beautiful woman in the room.
Roxanna: Well, you're in the top four.
Roxanna: Oh, and most important, don't forget to turn them on, the headlights.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
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