You've got mail

 I love love love the film 'You've got mail'. I cannot begin to tell you how many times i have seen it.

This is a post dedicated to one of my very favourite feel good films:

Favourite quotes:

Frank: What about you, is there someone else?
Kathleen Kelly: No. No, but... but there's the dream of someone else.

Kathleen Kelly: I love daisies.
Joe Fox: You told me.
Kathleen Kelly: They're so friendly. Don't you think daisies are the friendliest flower?

Kathleen Kelly: I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends -- as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in a Chat Room where we both claimed we'd never been before.
What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.


Joe Fox: Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.

[in the backgroud horns are honking, tires are skidding and people are shouting in the street]
Kathleen Kelly: [seriously] Don't you just love New York in the fall?

Kathleen Kelly: [writing to "NY152"] Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.

Kathleen Kelly: When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.

Joe Fox: Don't cry, Shopgirl. Don't cry.
Kathleen Kelly: I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.

Kathleen Kelly: [in an email to Joe Fox] The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.

Joe Fox: You know, sometimes I wonder...
Kathleen Kelly: What?
Joe Fox: Well... if i hadn't been "Fox Books" and you hadn't been "The Shop Around the Corner," and you and I had just met...
Kathleen Kelly: I know.
Joe Fox: Yeah, yeah. I would've asked for your number. And I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, Hey, how about... oh, how about some coffee, or drinks, or dinner, or amovie... for as long as we both shall live?

-Annabel suddenly sneezes.

Kathleen takes a handkerchief from her sleeve.  It's an old
fashioned hankie that's embroidered.  She offers it to
Annabel, who instead wipes her nose with her hand and then
looks at the handkerchief, a little puzzled.

   ANNABEL:
 What is that?

   KATHLEEN:
 A handkerchief.  Oh my, do children not
 even know what handkerchiefs are?  A
 handkerchief is a Kleenex you don't throw
 away.  My mother embroidered it for me --
 you see?  My initials and a daisy,
 because daisies are my favorite flower.

KATHLEEN:My mother and I used to twirl!

xx

(photos from various You've got mail websites)