Forgetting Sarah Marshall Movie Quotes Novels & Stories

If I had, I never would've let him get near Sadie. I was actually confident that Sadie would never forget me. Seven years together wasn't something she could just forget. But it was that very confidence that cost me everything. I thought it'd be like before. All I had to do was wait a few days, and she'd forget again. I wouldn't even have to coax her back. But just that one time, everything changed. If I could turn back time to that day, I'd never have made that bet with my friends. I'd never have said those things I didn't mean.

Miss Fatima and Sandro asked at the same time. "No. Uhm, no one bullied me," Sarah answered with a tired voice. "Then what happened?" Sandro asked. "You came back home shouting our names. We were just cleaning the basement then we heard you shouting so loud," Miss Fatima said to her. Sarah suddenly realized that she forgot to check the basement of the house. Because of too much nervousness, she forgot that their house has a basement. The only thing in her mind that time is to find Miss Fatima and her father. Good thing that the two of them comes out in time. If it happened that they came out for a later time, Sarah might explode and gone crazy.

Stop being an idiot Sarah, of course it would be weird, I thought. " Young lady... " She looked at me. " You know, I left the house running to a job interview and ended up forgetting to put on perfume. " I scratched the back of my head. " I read once that smell counts for a lot on days like this. " What the fuck was that Sarah?! " Could you help me and let me spray some of yours? " I pointed to the glove compartment and laughed without grace. At least she was surprised, but she didn't care, because the blonde started laughing at me and shook her head positively.

Then again, we've both been doing such a great job at keeping our distance that I would have never even caught onto it. Sarah stares on at me, watching as I'm dumfounded into silence. I then say, "He said that to you?" "Yes," she answers. The silence prevails again. The look of gratitude on Sarah's face turns into pity. "I know you have a lot going on," she says. "I'm not trying to stress you out. All I'm trying to say is...don't let a good thing go so easily. Sort out your other shit if you need to, but remember what you're giving up, too."

she retorts, her tone tinged with exasperation. I roll my eyes, suppressing a scoff. "Oh, forgive me for not remembering the anniversary of the day you graced the world with your presence," I quip, unable to resist the urge to mock her. "Sarah, I really don't give a shit about your birthday," I add. Sarah's expression remains unchanged, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. "I didn't expect you to," she replies coolly, unfazed by my dismissive attitude. "But I just thought I'd let you know in case you wanted to pretend to care for a second."

Marcus Sarah threw her head back and finished the rest of her whiskey in one go. There was an easy grace to the way she moved, even now, when she was clearly exhausted. She set the glass down on the mahogany bar with a muffled thud and caught him watching her. "You're looking at me weird," she said, her voice a little looser than it had been ten minutes ago. She let out a short laugh and rubbed her face. "Actually, I think I’m just buzzed. Finally."

I jerked instantly as I looked at Sarah who was standing right next to me with her stare on me. "What is it Sarah? You startled me just now" I said, placing my hand on my chest as I tried snapping out of my thoughts. "Sorry if I did such ma'am but I think you went all lost in thoughts for a while" she blurted out, looking worried. "Oh…did I? I guess he's beginning to get into my head" I muttered with a worried tone. I was lost in my imaginations about Marcello that I forgot about the meal and to direct Sarah on what to do next.