Adam: So, what’s up with not calling me back?
Emma: I’m not good at this stuff.
Adam: At what? Talking?
Emma: Yeah, talking. Communicating. Relationship stuff. If we were in a relationship I would become a weird scary version of myself. My throat starts constricting. The walls start throbbing. It’s like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy.
Adam: Well, I can’t date you either. You’re not my dad’s type.
I almost forgot how wonderful this movie is. And why–again–I’ve been told Natalie Portman would play me in a movie. She plays the neurotic independent insecure quirky wishy-washy scared yet charming girl, flawlessly. Says a lot, hm?