He let out a genuine laugh, amusement creasing his features and chasing the usual sadness away. "Not a fluke. I assure you. Well, more like I hope it isn't." God, this was a hard one. Top ten. How could any one man choose? There were so many brilliant movies out there, and each one said something different about your personality.
"'Fight Club', 'Casablanca' -- its a classic. Um..." Fuck it was hard to think on the spot. Especially with a pretty, interesting girl in front of him. " 'Dead Poets Society'. 'Rudy'. 'Field of Dreams'." It was the baseball fanatic in him. "'Boondock Saints'. 'Notting Hill'. "And 'Grease 2.' I know," Justin held out a hand to her, as if to pause any complaints she might voice. "I know it was horrible, don't get me wrong. Doesn't hold a candle to the original, but. I used to watch it a lot when I was younger, and wear these aviator glasses and dance around to cool rider. Though, not usually I want someone to have when first meeting me."
It was hard and he was probably forgetting at least five essential movies he adored, but leeway had to be given for thinking stuff on the spot. "And, I think I'd have to add 'Better Off Dead.' I really like John Cusack. Could say a sort of man crush. I swear its healthy. Completely. Something I've not seen a psychologist for." Which, sadly, was true in the respect that he saw one for dealing with his loses.