After examining the Greatest 'Guy' Movies of All-Time (illustrated) compiled by this site, or the 100 Greatest Guy Movies Ever Made and the 50 Best Guy Movies of All Time, it only seemed fair to put together a list of gal films or chick flicks (a demeaning and damning term, however, since this sub-genre of film was traditionally known as the "woman's film" in the 30s and 40s). Chick flicks have often been put down as trite, sappy, emotional, soap-opera-ish, cliched, melodramatic, weepy, and trivial. Familiar quotes or taglines from each film have been included, as well as an iconic screenshot.

See also this site's description of the chick flicks' genre "Womens' Films - Melodramas", and a collection of the Greatest Tearjerker Films, Moments and Scenes - many from "the greatest chick flicks".

Often considered an all-encompassing sub-genre, they mostly include dialogue-laden, formulated romantic comedies (with mis-matched lovers or female relationships), tearjerkers and gal-pal films, movies about family crises and emotional catharsis, some traditional 'weepies' and fantasy-action adventures, sometimes with foul-mouthed and empowered females, and female bonding situations involving families, mothers, daughters and children.

Note: The films that are marked with a yellow star are the films that "The Greatest Films" site has selected as the "100 Greatest Films"

A romantic comedy about love, destiny and other events you just can't plan for.

His big day is her big problem.

"Y'know, those who can't do, teach? Those who can't wed, plan."

-- "I barely know you. I don't know your dad's first name, I don't know if you ever wore braces, or contacts, or glasses and I have no idea how you came to be a wedding planner, Mary. But I do know the curves of your face. And I know every fleck of gold in your eyes. I know that the night at the park was the best time I've ever had. Pl-please say something."
-- "I'm a magnet for unavailable men, and I'm sick of it. It's simple, I love Fran, I respect her, and she loves you. So besides your tux measurements, that's all I need to know. Please go away."

Mothers. Daughters. The never-ending story of good vs. evil.

"There are people in the world who are here to save you when you need saving, cover your ass when it needs covering, and are always there when you need someone to lean on. We are the mighty Ya-Ya priestesses. Let no man put us under. Now our blood flows through each other as it has for all eternity. Loyal forever. We raise our voices in the words of mumbo gumbo. - Ya-Ya!"

Love is here to stay... so is her family.

-- "You'd better get married soon. You're starting to look old."
-- "My Dad's been saying that to me since I was fifteen, 'cause nice Greek girls are supposed to do three things in life: marry Greek boys, make Greek babies, and feed everyone until the day we die. When I was growing up, I knew I was different. The other girls were blonde and delicate, and I was a swarthy six-year-old with sideburns. I so badly wanted to be like the popular girls all sitting together, talking, eating their Wonder Bread sandwiches...and while the pretty girls got to go to Brownies, I had to go to Greek School...At Greek School, I learned valuable lessons like: 'If Nick has one goat and Maria has nine, how soon will they marry?'"

"Nice Greek girls who don't find a husband work in the family restaurant. So here I am, day after day, year after year, 30 and way past my expiration date."

-- "I'm not leaving you. Don't you want me to do something with my life?"
-- "Yes, get married, make babies. You look so old."

Love actually is all around.

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around."

"Life is full of interruptions and complications."

-- (delivered in Portuguese) "Beautiful Aurelia, I've come here with a view to asking you to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person - because I hardly knows you - but sometimes things are so transparency, they don't need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England....Of course, I don't expecting you to be as foolish as me, and of course I prediction you say 'no' but it's Christmas and I just wanted to check..."
-- "Thank you. That will be nice. Yes is being my answer. Easy question...Yes, of course."

In a world that told them how to think, she showed them how to live.

"All her life, she had wanted to teach at Wellesley College. So when a position opened in the Art History department, she pursued it single-mindedly until she was hired. It was whispered that Katherine Watson, a first-year teacher from Oakland State, made up in brains what she lacked in pedigree. Which was why this bohemian from California was on her way to the most conservative college in the nation. But Katherine Watson didn't come to Wellesley to fit in. She came to Wellesley because she wanted to make a difference."

-- "This isn't what I think it is. Is it?" (a birth control pill case)
-- "Where'd you get it?"
-- "From the school nurse."
-- "It's against the law."
-- "Oh, honey. It's a girl's best friend."
-- "A certain kind of girl."
-- "Meet the last virgin bride."
-- "Spencer is a gentleman."
-- "And even gentlemen have dicks."
-- "Maybe I'll get one."
-- "What? A dick?"
-- "Don't be stupid, Connie."
-- "Someone, somewhere, someday might be interested. Just in case. Just in case, I'll be prepared."
-- "Was that necessary?"
-- "I was taught it's best to speak honestly."
-- "Okay. You're a bitch."

"My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition and would not compromise that, not even for Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman, who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down, and new ideas to replace them with."

Trying to fit in. Born to stand out.

"My name is Daphne Reynolds, and I was born in New York City. I've lived my whole life with my Mom in a fifth-floor walkup in Chinatown. It's always been just the two of us, me and Libby. But every year on my birthday, I'd make a wish. Make a wish, baby! That someone else could be there, too. And every year when he didn't come, I'd ask my Mom to tell me the same story..."

"No hugs, dear. I'm British. We only show affection to dogs and horses."

"You know what I still don't get? Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you're born to stand out?"

Imagine having to win over the girl of your dreams... every friggin' day.

"So tell me. How was Hawaii?"
"It was unbelievable."
"Oh, yeah? Well, what happened?"
"I met this guy."
"It was the best week of my life."
"It was just a little vacation romance."
"But he was so sweet."
"He took me to all these cool local places."
We went scuba diving"
"Snorkeling"
"Mountain climbing."
"...Well, we got a little drunk."
"He gave me"
"A back rub."
"We slow danced"
"In the rain."
"But it wasn't just about the sex..."
"It ended kind of weird, though."
"When l asked for his number, he told me he's..."
"Married"
"Gay"
"Entering the priesthood"
"He doesn't believe in phones."
"He just kind of ran away."
"You know, it was just a little fling, but"
"l will never forget my week"
"with Henry Roth"
"Henry Roth"
"Harry. Harry Paratesticles"
"Henry Roth"
"Henry Roth"
"Henry Roth"
"Henry Roth..."

-- "You're so lucky you're a professional cliff diver in Hawaii."
-- "Yeah, well, it's a living."
-- "l'm a tax attorney. We never get to have any fun....l'd like to do something extra fun tonight."
-- "Uh, oh."
-- "...I think I'm getting kinda drunk...What are you thinking?"
-- "...Actually, l'm not drunk at all, Noreen, and neither are you because there's no alcohol in these drinks. Sadly, l've used this technique many times. It helps lovely tourists, such as yourself, loosen up without impairing your ability to stay awake all night and have guiIt-free vigorous sex with me."
-- "Wow"
-- "I'm sorry. l'm not a cliff diver, either. l-I'm afraid of heights."
-- "Well, since it's my last night in town, can l pretend you didn't just say that and still have sex with you anyway?"
-- "l can't do it. l'm sorry."
-- "Well, can you at least point me in the direction of someone who can?"

-- "I don't know who you are, Henry, but I dream about you almost every night. (pause) Why?"
-- "What would you say if I told you that notebook you read every day used to have a lot of stuff about me in it?"
-- "I would say that that makes a lot of sense."
-- "You erased me from your memories because you thought you were holding me back from having a full and happy life. But you made a mistake. Being with you is the only way I could have a full and happy life. You're the girl of my dreams, and apparently, I'm the man of yours."
-- (she shakes his hand) "Henry. It's nice to meet you."
-- "Lucy, it's nice to meet you too."

Welcome to Girl World.
Watch Your Back

-- "Of course, all of the Plastics are in the same gym class."
-- "Who are the Plastics?"
-- "They're teen royalty. If North Shore was US Weekly, they'd always be on the cover."
-- "That one there, that's Karen Smith. She is one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet. Damien sat next to her in English last year."
-- "She asked me how to spell 'orange'."
-- "That little one, that's Gretchen Wieners."
-- "She's totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Streudel."
-- "Gretchen Wieners knows everybody's business. She knows everything about everyone."
-- "That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets."
-- "And evil takes a human form in Regina George. Don't be fooled 'cause she may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing slut-faced ho-bag, but in reality, she's so much more than that."
-- She's the queen bee - the star. Those other two are just her little workers."
-- "Regina George. How do I even begin to explain Regina George?"
-- "Regina George is flawless."
-- "She has two Fendi purses and a silver Lexus."
-- "I hear her hair's insured for ten thousand dollars."
-- "I hear she does car commercials. In Japan."
-- "Her favorite movie is Varsity Blues."
-- "One time, she met John Stamos on a plane."
-- "And he told her she was pretty."
-- "One time, she punched me in the face. It was awesome."
-- "She always looks fierce. She always wins Spring Fling Queen."

"Here, this map is gonna be your guide to North Shore. Now, where you sit in the cafeteria is crucial, because you got everybody there. You got your Freshmen, ROTC Guys, Preps, J.V. Jocks, Asian Nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity Jocks, Unfriendly Black Hotties, Girls who eat their feelings, Girls who don't eat anything, Desperate Wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually-active Band Geeks, the Greatest People you will ever meet (referring to herself and Damien), and the Worst. Beware of the Plastics."

Behind every great love is a great story.

"Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But, when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: they are shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash, they're gone. Noah was desperate. He wrote to Allie that he was sorry and stupid for breaking up with her. He wrote to tell her that he still loved her, and he wanted to see her, and if she would write back, he would come to wherever she was. He wrote one letter a day for a year. 365 letters, but they all went unanswered...Finally, after a year of silence, he decided to put it all behind him and start a new life. So he wrote a farewell letter..."

-- "Why didn't you write me? Why!? It wasn't over for me. I waited for you for seven years and now it's too late."
-- "I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year."
-- "You wrote me?"
-- "Yes. It wasn't over. It still isn't over." (They kiss)

Laugh. Cry. Share the pants.

"I'd like to think that fate had a hand in what happened that summer. That it was the pants' destiny to find us. Where they came from and why they chose us... ... well, that will always be a mystery. But perhaps that was part of their miracle. That they sensed in that moment how much we needed them. How much we needed some little bit of faith to hold onto... ... when it seemed like everything we believed in was about to slip away. But wait a minute, I'm getting ahead of myself....We'd been a foursome for as long as I could remember."

"We were there for each other... to understand the things that no one else in the world could...There were some things we would never make sense of...And we were there for those, too...We were there for the things we couldn't face alone...Or the ones we didn't want to face at all. Together, it was as if we formed one single, complete person. Wild, unstoppable Bridget. Shy and beautiful Lena. Tibby, the rebel. And me, Carmen, the writer."

-- "It would be easy to say that the pants changed everything that summer. But looking back now, I feel like our lives changed because they had to, and that the real magic of the pants was in bearing witness to all of this and in somehow holding us together when it felt like nothing would ever be the same again."
-- "Some things never would be."
-- "But we knew now that no matter how far we traveled on our own separate path."
-- "Somehow we would always find our way back to each other."
-- "And with that, we could get through anything."
-- "To us. Who we were, and who we are. And who we'll be."
-- "To the pants."
-- "And the sisterhood."
-- "And this moment. And the rest of our lives."
-- "Together and apart."

"Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas's, the worst birthdays, New Years Eves brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh God, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms."

"It turned out that he wasn't in love with me like I thought. What I'm trying to say is, I understand the feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places that you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends, you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong, or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and he'll show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people that will make you feel worthwhile again. And the little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

"You broke my heart. You acted like somehow it was my fault, my misunderstanding. I was too in love with you to ever be mad at you, so I just punished myself! For years! But you waltzing in here on my lovely Christmas holiday, and telling me that you don't want to lose me whilst you're about to get married, somehow newly entitles me to say: it's over. This, this twisted, toxic thing between us is finally finished! I'm miraculously done being in love with you! Ha! I've got a life to start living. And you're not going to be in it...Now I've got somewhere really important to be, and you have got to get the hell out... I think what I've got is something slightly resembling, gumption."

This January, always a bridesmaid, never a bride.

-- "It must be so hard to watch your younger sister get married before you."
-- "Yes. Then I remember that I still get to have hot hate sex with random strangers and I feel so much better!"

-- "I love weddings. I always have."
-- "Really!...Which part? The forced merriment, the horrible music, or the bad food?"
-- "Actually, it's meeting uppity people like yourself."
-- "Don't you think it's a whole lot of ritual for something that, let's face it, got about a 50/50 shot of makin' it out of the gate?"
-- Oh! How very refreshing! A man who doesn't believe in marriage."
-- "I was just trying to point out the hypocrisy of the spectacle."
-- "Oh! That's so noble of you. Do you also go around telling small children that Santa Claus doesn't exist? 'Cause someone needs to blow that ship wide open."
-- "Ah ha! So you admit that believing in marriage is kind of like believing in Santa Claus!"

"You'd rather focus on other people's Kodak moments than make memories of your own!"

-- "27 Dresses. You gotta be kidding me. I don't get it. Alright. You do the thing. You have the dress. Just throw it out. This is a huge closet. You live in New York. You cannot be eating up space like that. But come on, seriously. How much time do you spend doing this for other people? What about, what about you? You don't have any needs?"
-- "No, I don't. Someday, God knows when, someday, it will be my day, and then all those people will be there for me."

"You write the most beautiful things. Do you actually believe in love and marriage and just pretend to be a cynic, or are you actually a cynic who knows how to spin 'romantic crap' for girls like me?"