I was sitting in ninth grade study hall all those years ago, when I eavesdropped on the following conversation:
"I cried last night," said the girl.
"Oh, yeah?" the boy replied. "Why?"
"Love Story was on TV."
"It sucked that much, huh?"
"Ha ha, smarty. No, I cried because the girl died at the end."
"The girl didn't really die. The director said 'That's a wrap' or something, the actress jumped out of the hospital bed, got her paycheck, and went home."
"Oh, you are so funny."
"Aw, c'mon, it's just a movie!"
"Yeah, but it can happen in real life, too!"
"Then that's when you should cry."
"Yeah, but I like crying a lot whole better when it's only a movie."