The longest, most moving, utterly endearing confession I've ever heard or seen on screen. From the movie "Chasing Amy", by Kevin Smith. The scene is an int. of a FWD, Affleck was behind the wheel driving in the rain, Adams was the co-pilot; Affleck abruptly pulls over to spill his heart's contents. Enjoy.

"I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of."

Now THAT, my friend, is a shared moment.




This is the movie.



This is Kevin Smith, the scribe behind the monologue that you so expertly avoided.



And this is my way of saying "I'm sorry" because, apparently, we're not on talking terms anymore. It's difficult to call you and my sms-es are always ignored. I'm sorry.

*Laughs* Some of this is spot on. Some are far fetched especially the "spendthrift" part. Damn.

Let me tell you this straight off: I saw Sepet last night. And it is a lot like what I expected from Yasmin Ahmad - designed to be evenly paced, points driven through the dialogue and visuals, (just a tad) idealized view of the world but it's perfect for today's social climate. Some of my friends love it, some despise it, some doesn't know what to do with it because they don't understand the symbolism or concepts and whatnots thrown into the mix. Nevermind my friends, I love them still. Oh, I heard this from a housemate today, just moments before I lay across the floor in front of the TV, "Some writer wrote in Utusan today that Sepet disrespected Bahasa Melayu for mixing it with English and Cantonese." Or something to that effect. Nice, I thought. Some hack just had to question that. I won't say a lot. My only comment is that the language used in the film is fine, it's not sickening to hear nor does it come off as pretentious. Language is a treasure when it means something to the receiver. Else, it's called "trash talk". Period.

Sepet it is a love story well as well as a social critique. And just like thousands of audiences who have watched it, I just want to say, "Congratulations".