I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know - and that is that I love you. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.
This seems like it could be from Casablanca, but I don't remember this line, and I just watched Casablanca a week ago.
Posted by: DBW at December 29, 2006 4:25 PMNope. It was made a couple years before Casablanca.
hmmmmmm
Posted by: red at December 29, 2006 4:27 PMGone With the Wind.
Posted by: Gypsy at December 29, 2006 4:34 PMGypsy - yes!
Posted by: red at December 29, 2006 4:36 PM