If I was responsible for rewriting the movie "Pretty Woman" it would have been a whole lot better than the shitfest it actually was.
I would have had Julia Roberts transmit some fatal and incurable STD to Richard Gere, and he would be like "Julia, I don’t care I contracted your disease that’s going to kill us both within the next 8 months. I’d rather spend 8 months with you than an eternity with any other woman".
Then Julia would say "Oh Richard, I love you. These are going to be the best 8 months ever".
"That’s right, Julia baby. These ARE going to be the best 8 months ever". Richard would say. Then he would step out in the middle of the street and get hit by a bus.
I, of course, would then win an academy award for best comedy. And my new-found fame would afford me endless nights of debauchery with Bea Arthur and Betty White.