This is driving me crazy.
I vaguely remember a scene in a movie (maybe tv show) that goes soemthing like this.
It’s between a Boy and Girl and one may has secret feelings for the other.
One says something like; “How do you know?”
The other (I think the girl) says “Because no one makes me feel the way I feel when I’m with you.”
I seem to remember it raining at the time. It’s very emotional and is obviously a major turning point in the story.
“Say Anything”? “Chasing Amy”? “Bridge Over the River Kwai”? I cannot remember!
Sounds to me like Dirty Dancing.
It is also very similar to a scene in Chasing Amy.
I don’t know, reminds me more of Holden’s soliloquy to Alyssa Jones in “Chasing Amy.” Ahem.
I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we’re great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I’m sure that’s what you’ll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can’t take this anymore. I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t, I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can’t hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn’t allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I’ll accept that. But I know… I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn’t another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can’t deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I’m forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me , which - while I do appreciate it - I’d never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
(Bolding mine)
The scene also took place in the rain, which matches the OP.
Wasn’t there a scene like this in Attack of the Clones ?
I’d lean toward the scene in Dirty Dancing where Johnny is telling Baby that he believes she’s not afraid of anything, and she starts listing off all the things she’s afraid of, the final one being she’s afraid of leaving and “never feeling again the way I feel when I’m with you.”
Big emotional confrontation, check. Rain, I do believe so. Quoted OP line, check.
Yes, there was, although IIRC there was a fireplace and no rain.
Maybe someone should start a thread cataloguing how many times the same line and/or scene gets used in different movies.
Wasabee, please throw us a bone and describe hair color, clothes, something!
It’s entirely possible it’s Dirty Dancing. I’ve never seen it and I hope I’m never forced to at gunpoint or threat of fingernail-removal.
I never thought I’d get to share this with the SDMB, but in light of the Dirty Dancing mention, here’s the funniest damn DVD review I’ve ever read.
Hi-larious.
Definitely sounds like Dirty Dancing , which I guess you shouldn’t check out if you don’t like campy movies. Or getting laid. I swear to god nothing makes a roomful of schoolgirls hornier than this movie (I’m speaking from experience). Even ones who have absolutely no interest in Patrick Swayze, even ones studying feminist film, even lesbians who hate to dance. And, despite what the aforementioned reviewer may be arguing, these audience members are not all masochistic throwbacks unable to read a film in anything but a straightforward way.
