Ah, here they are. Here are 8 scenes which have RUINED MY LOVE LIFE by creating unrealistic standards. Currently, after careful reflection, I've decided to save myself for a romantic pursuer who spells out my name in fireworks before parachuting out of a plane and delivering a Shakespeare-worthy monologue about his feelings that is so intense, it renders my legs jelly. Either that, or somebody who will order me a pizza and let me have the last slice. Impossible? Probably. At least I've got these excerpts dogeared.