Notting Hill

-The thing is... I have to go away today but I wondered, if I didn't, whether you might let me see you a bit... or, a lot maybe... see if you could... like me again.

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- Look -- I'm a fairly level- headed bloke. Not often in and out of love. But... can I just say 'no' to your kind request and leave it at that?

- Yes, that's fine. Of course. I... you know... of course... I'll just... be getting along then... nice to see you.

- The truth is... with you, I'm in real danger. It took like a perfect situation, apart from that foul temper of yours -- but my relatively inexperienced heart would, I fear, not recover if I was once again ... cast aside, which I would absolutely expect to be. There are too many pictures of you everywhere, too many films. You'd go and I'd be... well, buggered, basically.

- I see. That reality is a real 'no,' isn't it?

- I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are. My mother has trouble remembering my name.

- Okay. Fine. Fine. Good decision. The fame thing isn't really real, you know. Don't forget -- I'm also just a girl. Standing in front of a boy. Asking him to love her.