Better Than the Movies

I have a nerd-level fascination with movie soundtracks.

that soap or deodorant?”

His big hand landed on the shifter, and his eyebrows crinkled when he looked over at me. “Pardon?”

“You smell really good, but it isn’t your usual scent.”

He didn’t put the car in drive but instead just looked at me. “My usual scent?”

“Don’t act like I’m weird. Your normal cologne is kind of, like, piney, but tonight you smell more… I don’t know… spicy.” The image of him shirtless and putting on deodorant popped into my head, and I cleared my throat, sending it away.

His voice was deep and kind of rumbly as he gave a throaty chuckle. “Holy shit, Liz Buxbaum knows my scent.”

He looked at me and shrugged like that explained everything.

“But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

“She’s not you.”

“What?”

“She. Isn’t. You.”

“But, you know, the thing about romance is, people only get together right at the very end.”

—Love Actually

“Here’s the deal. I love you. I know I do. Because I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. And I once shared an elevator with Saddam Hussein. Just me and Saddam. And this is way scarier. I love you.”

—Long Shot

“Think we should head to the fitting room?” he asked.

“Oh, praise the Lord, you’re finally done. Yes.”

“Just because she likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn’t mean she’s your soul mate.”

—500 Days of Summer

“Trust me, Buxbaum—I got you.”