Top 5 Romcom Moments From Notting Hill (1999)

Excuse me. Yes. Can I have your autograph? Yeah. What's your name? Rufus. What does it say? That's my signature, and above it, it says, Dear Rufus, you belong in jail. Good one. Do you want my phone number? Tempting, but no, thank you. I will take this one. Oh, right, right. So, uh... Well, second thoughts, um, maybe it's not that bad after all. Actually, it's a sort of classic, really. None of those childish kebab stories you find in so many books these days. And, um, I'll tell you what, I'll throw in one of those for free. Useful for, uh, lighting fires, wrapping fish, that sort of thing. Thanks. Pleasure. Sorry on the night. What was I thinking? Hi. Hi. I forgot my other bag. All right. I'm very sorry about the surreal but nice comment. Disaster. That's OK. I thought the apricot and honey thing was the real low point. Oh, my God. My flatmate. I'm sorry. There's no excuse for him. I'm just going in the kitchen to get some food. Then I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins. Probably best not to tell anyone about this. Right. Right. No one. I mean, I'll tell myself sometimes, but don't worry, I won't believe it. Bye. There's something wrong with this yoghurt. It's not yoghurt. It's mayonnaise. Oh, right. There we are, then. On for a video fest tonight? I got some absolute classics. No. Smile. I've got nothing to smile about. OK. In about seven seconds, I'm going to ask you to marry me. Imagine, somewhere in the world, there's a man who's allowed to kiss her. Yes, she is, sir. Fairly fabulous. What? What is the thing? Don't even think about it. Go away, immediately. Go away. Right. Sorry. You were saying? I have to go away today, but I wondered if I didn't, whether you might let me see you a little. Or a lot, maybe. See if you could like me again. But yesterday, that actor asked you who I was, and you just dismissed me out of that. I heard. You had a microphone, I had headphones. Well, you expect me to tell the truth about my life to the most indiscreet man in England? Excuse me. It's your mother on the phone. Will you tell her? I'll ring her back. I've actually tried that tack, but she said you've said that once before, and it's now been about 24 hours, and the foot that was purple is now sort of blackish in colour, and... Right, right. Yeah. Perfect timing, as ever. Um, Martin, hold the phone a second. Uh, yes, all right. Um, could I just say, I thought Ghost was the most wonderful film. Is that right? Oh, yes. Um, I've always wondered what, um, what Patrick Swayze is like in real life. I can't say that I know Patrick all that well. But he wasn't that friendly during filming? Well, I'm sure he was friendly to Demi Moore, who acted with him in Ghost. Oh, right. Sorry. I've always been a bit of an ass. Um, anyway, um, well, it was lovely to meet you. Um, I'm a huge, huge fan of yours. Um, and Demi. Sorry. It's fine. There's always a pause when the jury goes out to consider their verdict. Anna, look, um, I'm a fairly level-headed bloke. Not often in and out of love. But, uh, can I just say no to your kind request? Leave it at that. Yes. Fine. Of course. I... Of course. Well, I'll just be going, um, then. It was nice to see you. The thing is, with you, I'm in real danger. It seems like a perfect situation, apart from that foul temper of yours. But my relatively inexperienced heart would, I fear, not recover if I was once again cast aside, as I would absolutely expect to be. There are just too many pictures of you. Too many films. You know, you'd go, and I'd be, uh, well buggered. That really is real now, isn't it? I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are. My mother has trouble remembering my name. Fine. Fine. Good decision. Good decision. The fame thing isn't really real, you know. And don't forget, I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.