"Kiss me arse!" "Kiss mine in English!"

I saw Gerard Butler in PS I Love You.
His performance was charming and winning.
So the Friday of two weeks ago I saw PS I Love You.
And I thought....oh boy, this one's very good.

So then I saw PS I Love You and Gerard was genius.
I loved his performance.
Brilliant, charming and amazing.
And Hillary Swank was brilliant.
The scene in Ireland was brilliant.

Kathy Bates was fantastic as Hilary Swank's mom.
Her performance was smart and amazing.
That's what I have to say about her.

Lisa Kudrow, Phoebe from Friends, was perfect for her role in this movie.
Her character is caring, funny and really nifty.

As for the real world--life is good.
I now have a baby nephew.
His name is Landon and I believe him to be very cute.
So I went with my grandmother to visit him, twice.
He's adorable, with the dimples.
He has his mother's dimples! Eek!

I can't wait until summer.
I get to go swimming.
I'm hoping I get to do another musical this summer.
Fleetwood Community Theater is doing a summer show this year.
I dunno what it's called, but I'd love to do it.
Now back to summer.
I like to feel the wind in my face as it blows in my hair.
The days get warmer and the sun stays longer in the sky.
I want to do something fun this summer, like go shopping.

And of course I will go shopping.
I'll find anything that I like, whether it's a purse or a CD.
I'll be getting a new purse anyways cause I'm tired of my Cheetah print one.
Basically I just get a pink one, but I dunno what the store has.
Probably just junk or rubbish.
But basically there are good purses out there in the store.
I found some at Dollar Tree once, and ugh, they were tacky.
But don't get me wrong, I love fashion, it's the purses that I didn't like.
I never liked them.
They weren't interesting enough.

But then...I leave you with some PS I Love You love.
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Holly Kennedy: What if this is it, Gerry? What if this is all there is to our life? You have to have a plan. Why do I have to be the responsible grown up who worries? Why can't I be the cute, carefree Irish guy who sings all the time?
Gerry Kennedy: Because you can't sing without making dogs bark?

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[from trailer]
Holly Kennedy: What do you think?
Daniel Connelly: I think you're hot!
Holly Kennedy: [gasps]
Daniel Connelly: Sorry, I have a syndrome.

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[from trailer]
Denise Hennessey: Are you single?
Guy with Clipboard: Yes.
Denise Hennessey: Are you gay?
Guy with Clipboard: Yes.
[Denise walks away]
Denise Hennessey: [a few frames later] Are you single?
Ted: Yes.
Denise Hennessey: Are you gay?
Ted: No.
Denise Hennessey: Are you working?
Ted: No.
[she walks away]

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[from trailer]
Daniel Connelly: What do women want?
Holly Kennedy: [whispering] We have no idea what we want.
Daniel Connelly: I knew it!

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Gerry Kennedy: [knowing that Holly is angry with him] Are you going to make me sleep in the tub again?

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Gerry Kennedy: Kiss me arse!
Holly Kennedy: Kiss mine! In English!

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Sharon McCarthy: You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.

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Patricia: I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.

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Patricia: So now, alone or not, you've got a walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.

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[Holly and Gerry are arguing and he storms away, muttering and using Irish slang]
Holly Kennedy: Oh, stop being all *bilingual*!
Gerry Kennedy: ...kiss me arse!
Holly Kennedy: Kiss *mine*! In English!

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[repeated lines]
Holly Kennedy: Nice jacket.
Gerry Kennedy: I won it in a bet.

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[after Holly finishs his letters]
Gerry Kennedy: P.S. I love you

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Gerry Kennedy: Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

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Gerry Kennedy: [holding Holly by the shoulders] What do you want? I know what I want, cause I'm holding it in my hands.

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Patricia: You know the worst thing for a parent... second after losing a child? Watching your child head for the same life you had. You can't stop it. It's a terrible, helpless feeling. Makes you angry all the time. And I've been angry. For a very long time. I'm exhausted.
Holly Kennedy: Do you think we'll ever see dad again?
Patricia: No sweetheart, never. So you have to stop waiting.

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Leprechaun: Are you Holly Kennedy?
Holly Kennedy: If I am will you sing at me?
Leprechaun: Yes.
Holly Kennedy: No, I'm not.
Leprechaun: Please don't make this an issue. I gotta sing and deliver a letter.
Holly Kennedy: A letter? What's the song?
Leprechaun: Ya I'm 'gon be there.
Holly Kennedy: Oh please don't, just give me the letter.
Leprechaun: I could get reported!
Holly Kennedy: By who? The leprechaun union?
Leprechaun: You know, I was in an off-Broadway play with Al god damn Pacino I don't need this shit. Want the balloons?
Holly Kennedy: No.
Leprechaun: Fine!

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Daniel Connelly: So what did your husband die from?
Holly Kennedy: A brain tumor.
Daniel Connelly: Nice!

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Denise Hennessey: [Denise is admiring Ted as he walks by] Ooohhh, he's delicious isn't he? I'd serve coffee on that ass.
John McCarthy: Do you have to be so vulgar about men? Like they're pieces of meat?
Denise Hennessey: I'm sorry, John. I forgot you're sensitive about your flat ass.
John McCarthy: You know, Denise, that's why you're not married. Women act like men. Then they complain men don't want them.
Denise Hennessey: Oh, is that why? 'Cause I thought it was something different. I thought that it was 'cause I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women. And let me be clear. After CENTURIES of men looking at my tits in stead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the *DIVINE* right to stare at a man's BACKSIDE with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to!
Sharon McCarthy: Well said!
Denise Hennessey: Yeah, well, I thought so.

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Gerry Kennedy: Look, Holly, people have babies with no money all the time. and if you're so worried about it
[picks up Holly's boot]
Gerry Kennedy: , why don't you stop buying designer clothes, huh?
Holly Kennedy: I buy EVERYTHING on E-bay! It doesn't count when you're wearing
[grabs her boot out Gerry's hand]
Holly Kennedy: Marc Jacobs from Minneapolis!

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Gerry Kennedy: I know what I want, because I have it in my hands right now. You.

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Holly Kennedy: I don't want to make any mistakes.
Gerry Kennedy: Then you're in the wrong species, love. Be a dog.

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Holly Kennedy: [hugs Daniel] It's been a year. I don't feel him anymore. I feel he's gone. He's really gone!

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Gerry Kennedy: [calms Holly] Every morning I still wake up and the first thing I want to do is to see your face.

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Gerry Kennedy: I'm sorry I said the wrong thing to your mother. God, I still get nervous around her. I still think after nine years she doesn't like me. I know I'm being stupid.
Holly Kennedy: No, you're not being stupid baby. She doesn't like you.
Gerry Kennedy: Really? I kinda thought deep down she really loved me.
Holly Kennedy: No... she doesn't. I was ninteen when we got married. You corrupted me with sex and charm and the longer it takes you to make your fortune the less sexy and charming you are.
Gerry Kennedy: [Gerry starts looking for something]
Holly Kennedy: What? What are you looking for?
Gerry Kennedy: My balls. They were hanging there a minute ago.

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Patricia: [to guy working the bar] Take a break, will you?
Holly Kennedy: Mom?
Patricia: What's the matter?
Holly Kennedy: [crying] When daddy left, I was fourteen, and I said... never again, no man. And then I meet Gerry. This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then, and then he died! What was the point? I'm so angry I could kill somebody. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have, he's not here. I mean you're alone no matter what.
Patricia: That's right.
Holly Kennedy: [still crying] God. I didn't come here for you to give me some bullshit honest answer. Why can't you lie to me just once?
Patricia: I'm sorry sweetheart.
Holly Kennedy: [sobbing] I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
Patricia: C'mon. Let's go for a walk.

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Holly Kennedy: Will you listen to him?
Vicky: What?
Holly Kennedy: He's obviously worried about this. Look at him... he's pale.
Vicky: Who are you to tell me how to talk to my husband?
Holly Kennedy: I'm saying you shouldn't push this on him if he doesn't want to do it
Vicky: I'll push whatever the hell I want on him. He's my husband. I want this apartment, we're doing this.
Holly Kennedy: Say no Ted!
Vicky: It is amazing to me that you are still talking. Ted don't listen to her.
Holly Kennedy: Ted she's being a tyrrant. She's got your balls on one of those things that you know uh cling back and forth. You know what i mean?
Vicky: You bitch!
Holly Kennedy: Brat!
Vicky: Shut up!
Holly Kennedy: You shut up!
Vicky: No you shut up!

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Holly Kennedy: All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesn't matter if its a work of art or a taco, or a pair of socks! Just create something... new, and there it is, and its you, out in the world, out side of you and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it... and you know a little more about... you. A little bit more than anyone else does... Does that make any sense at all?
Gerry Kennedy: Yeah... you're saying you want to paint socks.
Holly Kennedy: [ecstatic] Maybe!

CURTAINS closing?!

I was looking at BWW.com the other week, and I knew this was going to happen. I cried about it. It was a very sad day for a Curtains fangirl like me. I was sobbing like a fangirl. I mean really sobbing. I really didn't want it to close. I still don't. So what I plan to do is I plan to make Curtains parodies and tributes.

My Passion

No, you don't understand. I need this. I need it. More than anything else in the world. More than family, more than friends, more than a social life. I know you don't get it. I really can't explain it. I tried to escape it too. More than once. It didn't work. This thing has me held captured and it's not letting go. So, it just has to be this way. I have to move on. You have to let me. You can't hold me back, or try to stop me. You will be unsuccessful anyways. I know that I am not good enough yet. Yet. Just give me time. Give me the training. Give me the time and patients. I want to learn. I want to be the best. I want to just soak everything in. I have too. For me. For my happiness and fullfillness. You may be happy living in this small town, living this simple life. But I'm not. I need more. I need those bright lights and tall buildings. I need that fast, crazy life. I don't want to stop. I get bored. I don't like just sitting around waiting, dreaming. I've done that for eighteen years now, so it's time for me to do something. You'll see. I will surprise you. I will make you wish you never doubted me. Because I am not going down without a fight. You may think your words can discourage me and make me turn back, but how silly you are. They are, after all, just words. Words won't hurt me. They can't. Not if I want to travel down this road. So, remember that, everyone. Words cannot hurt me. If you call me untalented, or self- centered or not driven enough. I don't care. Call me what you want, say what you want. It's just your opinion. That I don't care about. Honestly, at this point in my life, it's gonna take a lot more than just words to make me turn back. This is the road I have chosen to travel on years ago. I chose it because of all the times I've been hurt, and all the people who hurt me, this is what always comforted me. Always. It made me smile. And it still does. It's my escape from this cruel world. It's my escape from you. My escape from my fears and doubts and worries and stressful days. It's my everything. It was there for me when you weren't. It cared when you didn't. There are no words, no possible way for me to describe my true love for it. My appreciation for it. No way. All I can say is that it is my everything. My first love. My first hate. My first passion. My first doubt. I don't know what I would do without it. I don't know where I would be without it. You see, while you were playing with your friends and dating forgettable guys, I was realizing my passion. I never just forgot about it. I never betrayed it, as I know it will never betray me. While you were being a child, acting immature, I grew up. I never really knew how to just act my age. I still don't. I don't regret it, though. I had a great time dreaming, yearning, believing. You may need other people to keep you happy. I need this to keep me happy. And it did. It does. So, if in five years, ten years down the road your life isn't what you hoped it was because you didn't have a plan. Because you were too busy doing other things to find your passion. Or because you were just too lazy to work towards your dream. Think of me. Because I will be happy. I will be where I want to be. I will be living my dream. Why? Because I grew up. Because I was willing to work. And if you think this is harsh, I feel bad for you. This isn't high school anymore. Welcome to the world. The real world. You know, where adults live and work? Yea, it's a dog eat dog, cut throat world. So, embrace it. Work your butt off. Have fun. Find your place in life. Find that one thing you need and can't live without. But just remember my name: Christy Jo Walk. My passion: Musical theatre. And my destination: Broadway. Why? So you'll always know where to find me.

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With love,
Christy XO