manhattan

Mary: I thought you wanted to kiss me at the planetarium.
Isaac: I did.
Mary: I thought so.
Isaac: But you were going out with Yale then and I would never in a million years interfere... Did you want me to kiss you?
Mary: I don't know what I wanted. I was so angry at Yale that day.
Isaac: But you were so sexy. You were soaking wet from the rain and I had a mad impulse to throw you down on the lunar surface and commit interstellar perversion with you.

Manhattan (Woody Allen, 1979)