The clip Writing about love from The Lost Weekend (1945)
He does not.
By this time, he's crazy about that girl by then.
He drinks tomato juice.
Doesn't touch liquor for that whole week... for two weeks, for six weeks.
In love, huh?
That's what's going to be hard to write.
Love is the hardest thing in the world to write about.
It's so simple.
You've got to catch it through details like the early morning sunlight hitting the gray tin of the rainspot in front of her house.
The ringing of a telephone that sounds like Beethoven's Pastoral.
A letter scribbled on her office stationery that you carry in your pocket because it smells of all the lilacs in Ohio.
Pour it, Nat!
He thinks he's cured.
If he could only get a job now, they could be married and that's that.
But it's not Nat. Not quite.
Because one day, one terrible day.
Yeah? Go on.
You see, this girl's been writing to her people in Toledo.
They want to meet the young man.
So they come to New York. They stay at the Hotel Manhattan.
Their very first day, she's to introduce him to her parents.
One o'clock. Lobby of the hotel...