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"

After life there is more. The end is just the beginning.

"I'm sorry, babe, but there's some things I have to say. I've only a few moments left. I'm sorry for all the things I'll never give you. I'll never buy you another meatball sub with extra sauce -- that was a big one! I'll never make you smile. I just wanted us to be old together, just two old farts laughing at each other as our bodies fell apart, together at the end by that lake in your painting. That was our Heaven, see? There's lots of things to miss: books, naps, kisses, fights! God, we had some good ones. Thank you for those. Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts. For your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. You were my life. I apologize for every time I failed you. Especially this one."

Someone you pass on the street may already be the love of your life.

At odds in life... in love on-line.

"What will NY152 say today, I wonder? I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: 'You've got mail.' I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you. Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So, good night, dear void."

"The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee, but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino."

-- "Timing here is everything, and he's waiting until you're primed, see. Until you are absolutely convinced that there's no other man that you could possibly love....You know, sometimes I wonder if you and I had just met... I would have asked for your number and I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying: 'Hey, how about, oh, how about some coffee, or you know, drinks, or dinner, or a movie, for as long as we both shall live?' And the only thing we'd fight about would be which video to rent on a Saturday night...Let me ask you something. How can you not forgive me for this tiny little thing - putting you out of business? Oh, how I wish you would...(wiping her tears in the park) Don't cry, Shopgirl. Don't cry."
-- "I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly. "

A story of a mother who knows best... and a daughter who knows better.

"My mother made an amazing amount of noise when she ate her food like she was trying to take on the whole world. Sometimes I hated her. Sometimes I just couldn't stand her. Sometimes I thought she was ruining my life. What kept me going was knowing that one day I'd leave her."

"I know what is best for you, because I am your mother. I'm not gonna see your future as some nothing girl in a nothing factory in a nothing town."

She's never been hip. Never been cool. Never been in... Until now

"The right guy, he's out there. I'm just not gonna go kiss a whole bunch of losers to get to him...When I finally get kissed, I'll know...I've kissed a guy. I've kissed guys. I just haven't felt that thing...That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person, and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment, you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time."

"Sex is really fun when you're old enough, which none of you are. Trust me, I should know. Because when you lose it to some guy named Junior with bad breath in the back of a van at a Guns n' Roses concert, you're gonna wish you had listened to your mother when she said: 'You know, nobody's gonna want to buy the whole friggin' ice cream truck when you're handin' out the popsicles for free!'"

"Let me tell you something, I don't care about being your stupid prom queen. I'm 25 years old. I'm an undercover reporter for the Chicago Sun Times and I have been beating my brains out trying to impress you people. Let me tell you something Gibby, Kirsten, Kristin, you will spend your lives trying to figure out how to keep others down because it makes you feel more important. Why her? Let me tell you something about this girl. She is unbelievable. I was new here and she befriended me - no questions asked. But you, you were only my friend after my brother, Rob, posed as a student and told you to like me...All of you people, there is a big world out there, bigger than prom, bigger than high school and it won't matter if you were the prom queen, or the quarterback of the football team, or the biggest nerd in school. Find out who you are and try not to be afraid of it."

Can the most famous film star in the world fall for just an ordinary guy?

-- "I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are. My mother has trouble remembering my name."
-- "Fine...The fame thing isn't really real, you know. Don't forget. I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."

-- "What is it about men and nudity? Particularly breasts? How can you be so interested in them?"
-- "Well..."
-- "But, but, seriously: they're just breasts. Every second person in the world has them."
-- "Oh, more than that, when you think about it: you know, Meat Loaf has a very nice pair. (he laughs)
-- "But they're... they're odd looking, they're for milk. Your mother has them, you've seen a thousand of them... What's all the fuss about?"
-- "Actually, I can't think of what it is, really. Let me just have a quick look... (he peeks under blanket at her breasts) No, no, beats me."
--"Rita Hayworth used to say: 'They go to bed with Gilda; they wake up with me.'"
-- "Who's Gilda?"
-- "Her most famous part. Men went to bed with that dream. They didn't like it when they would wake up with the reality. Do you feel that way?"
-- "You are lovelier this morning than you have ever been."

Catch her if you can.

"Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some time, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me."

"I love Eggs Benedict, I hate every other kind. I hate big weddings with everybody staring. I'd like to get married on a weekday while everybody's at work. And when I ride off into the sunset, I want my own horse."

"When I was walking down the aisle, I was walking toward somebody who didn't have any idea who I really was. And it was only half the other person's fault, because I had done everything to convince him that I was exactly what he wanted. So it was good that I didn't go through with it because it would have been a lie. But you - you knew the real me.

She brought a small town to its feet and a huge corporation to its knees.

-- "I don't need pity, I need a paycheck. And I've looked. But when you've spent the past six years raising babies, it's real hard to convince someone to give you a job that pays worth a damn. Are ya gettin' every word of this down, honey, or am I talkin' too fast?...I'm smart, I'm hard-working, and I'll do anything. I'm not leaving here without a job. (pause) (softly) Don't make me beg. If it doesn't work out, fire me. Don't make me beg."
-- "No benefits."

"Which number do you want, George?...Oh, I got numbers comin' outta my ears. For instance: ten...That's how many months old my baby girl is...Yeah. Yeah, sexy, huh? How 'bout this for a number? Six. That's how old my other daughter is. Eight is the age of my son. Two is how many times I've been married - and divorced. Sixteen is the number of dollars I have in my bank account. 850-3943 - that's my phone number. And with all the numbers I gave you, I'm guessing zero is the number of times you're gonna call it."

-- "Look, now, you many want to..now .that you're working here, you may want to re-think your wardrobe a little...Well, I think, uh, some of the girls are a little uncomfortable because of what you wear."
-- "Is that so? Well, it just so happens I think I look nice. And as long as I have one ass instead of two, I'll wear what I like if that's all right with you. You might want to re-think those ties."

-- "What makes you think you can just walk in there and find, uh, what we need?"
-- "They're called boobs, Ed."

He has the power to hear everything women are thinking. Finally... a man is listening.

"Let's try to look at the upside of this, shall we? You know, Freud died at age 83 still asking one question. What do women want? Wouldn't it be strange and wonderful if you were the one man on earth finally able to answer that question? Listen to me, Nick. Something extraordinary and I think miraculous has happened to you. My advice is, you must learn from this. You know, there isn't a single woman that I treat that doesn't wish her man understood her better. If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, then you speak Venusian. The world can be yours. I don't know how this happened to you or why, but you may just be the luckiest man on earth. Imagine the possibilities. If you know what women want, you can rule."

"Now, for the piece of resistance, we have, uh, we have the right leg. (he applies a glob of wax to his leg)...Oh, hot, hot, geez, ooh, that's hot!...Okay, we passed and next, we immediately apply disposable cloth over the waxed area. (he places the strip on the waxed area) Yes, yeah, feels kinda nice, yeah. I dunno why women complain about waxing their legs. In one smooth motion, yank the strip quickly in the opposite direction of the hair growth. That would be north. And 1, 2, 3! (he yanks off the cloth strip) Ooowwwww!"

Laughter is harder... Friendship is stronger... Trust is deeper... When it comes from the heart.

-- "You got a man?"
-- "No."
-- "Then where is the prick who put you in this mess?"
-- "California."
-- "That figures. All the pricks move to California. They oughta call it Prickafornia."

"You tell them that our lives can change with every breath we take... and you tell them to hold on like hell to what they've got. Each other, and a mother who would die for them and almost did... You tell them we've all got bad in us, but we've got goodness, too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. And that's why we've got to make sure we pass it on."

-- "It's too late, isn't it, Forney?"
-- "Too late - for what?"
-- "I lied to you, when you asked me if I loved you, and I said 'no'. Remember?"
-- "Yes."
-- "I lied, Forney. It wasn't true, I-I love you. It's just I lied because I thought you deserved something better."
-- "Something better than you? Novalee, there isn't anything better than you." (they kiss)

It's Monday morning, Bridget has woken up with a headache, a hangover and her boss.

Uninhibited. Uncensored. Unmarried.

This Year's Resolutions: Stop smoking. Stop drinking. Find inner poise. Go to the gym three times a week. Don't flirt with the boss. Reduce thighs. Learn to love thighs. Forget about thighs. Stop making lists.

-- "Hey, Bridge, how's your love life?...Still going out with that publishing chappie?...Never dip your nib in the office ink...You really ought to hurry up and get sprugged up, you know, old girl. Time's a-running out. Tick-tock."
-- "Yes, yes. Ah, tell me, is it one in four marriages that ends in divorce now, or one in three?"
-- "One in three."
-- "Seriously now, office is full of single girls in their 30s, fine physical specimens, but they just can't seem to hold down a chap."
-- "Yes. Why is it there are so many unmarried women in their thirties these days, Bridget?"
-- "Oh, I don't know. Suppose it doesn't help that underneath our clothes, our entire bodies are covered in scales. Ha, ha, ha."

"The only thing worse than smug married couple. Lots of smug married couples."

"Resolution number one: obviously, will lose twenty pounds. Number two: always put last night's panties in the laundry basket. Equally important. Will find nice sensible boyfriend to go out with and not continue to form romantic attachments to any of the following: alcoholics, workaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts."

This summer go blonde!

Boldly going where no blonde has gone.

-- "So you're breaking up with me, because I'm too... blonde?"
-- "No. That's not entirely true..."
-- "Then what? My boobs are too big?"
-- "Elle, no, your boobs are fine."
-- "So when you said that you would always love me, you were just 'dicking around'?"
-- "Oh, I do love you. I, uh, I just can't marry you. You have no idea the pressure that I'm under. My family has five generations of senators. My brother is in the top three at Yale Law and he just got engaged to a Vanderbilt, for crissakes...Sweetie, pooh bear. It's not like I have a choice here, sweetheart."
-- "...So you're breaking up with me because you're afraid your family won't like me? (through her tears) Everybody likes me!"
-- "Well, East Coast people are different."
-- "Just because I'm not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I'm white trash? I grew up in Bel Air, Warner! Across the street from Aaron Spelling! I think most people would agree that's a lot better than some stinky old Vanderbilt..."

"Trust me, Paulette. You have all the equipment, you just need to read the manual. Do you know what I'm saying? OK, I'm gonna show you a little maneuver my mother taught me in junior high. In my experience, it has a 98% success rate of getting a man's attention and when used appropriately -- it has an 83% rate of return on a dinner invitation. It's called the 'bend and snap.'"

"It has come to my attention that the maintenance staff is switching our toilet paper from Charmin... to generic. All those opposed to chafing, please say 'Aye'."

"...I have to wonder if the defendant kept a thorough record of every sperm emission made during his life?...Well, unless the defendant attempted to contact every single one-night-stand to determine if a child resulted in those unions -- he has no parental claim over this child whatsoever. Why now? Why this sperm?...And for that matter, all masturbatory emissions where his sperm was clearly not seeking an egg could be termed reckless abandonment."
-- "I believe you've just won your case."