Forgive me. In what I confess was a totally premeditated moment of weakness and desire for lite rom-com, I went to see The Holiday. I do not recommend you see it, I do not like Cameron Diaz, I still like Kate Winslet in spite of this very bad movie, I present to you the only moment I can remember (and keep remembering) from a truly unmemorable piece of crap.
At some low point, Iris, Kate Winslet's character, is having dinner with an old legendary Hollywood screenwriter, Arthur, who is, naturally, older and wiser than your great-grandfather. She's telling him the sad sad story of her unrequited love for who-ever-said-this-guy-is-at-all-attractive -because-he-is-so-not Rufus Sewell. Arthur says:
Iris, in the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason, you're behaving like the best friend.
and she replies,
You're supposed to be the leading lady in your own life for god's sake!
Think about it, my friends.