Great as the lines may be, I've always had a strong aversion to romantic comedies where the 'comedy' results from people making mistaken assumptions and not being corrected. I feel there's enough stupidity in the real world; why do we need fictional stupidity?

In other news, Tamara's here and it's a beautiful day, so as soon as Noah and Flora get back (Noah from Pennsylvania, Flora from Palo Alto) we can Romp and Frolic in the Great Outdoors as a Big Happy Family. Come home, Noah! Come home, Flora!