I love the movie "Adaptation". I know that a lot of people don't like it. Maybe it's because I love screenwriting. I don't know. But, I love that movie. (And thanks to A&C for letting me borrow it!)

Every time I watch it, the same scene gets me.

I wasted it. I admire you, Donald,
y'know? I spend my whole life paralyzed
worrying what people think of me and you -
- you're just oblivious.

I'm not oblivious.

No, you don't understand. I say that as
a compliment. I really do.
There was this time in high school. I
was watching you out the library window.
You were talking to Sarah Marsh.

Oh, God. I was so in love with her.

I know. And you were flirting with her.
And she was really sweet to you.

I remember that.

Then when you walked away, she started
making fun of you with Kim Canetti. It
was like they were laughing at me. You
didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.

I knew. I heard them.

How come you looked so happy?

I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine,
that love. I owned it. Even Sarah
didn't have the right to take it away. I
can love whoever I want.

She thought you were pathetic.

That was her business, not mine. You are
what you love, not what loves you.
That's what I decided a long time ago.