im the girl who gives all her friends and family relationship advice, but still looking for love. i spend all my time going on a string of bad dates and find him when i least expect it. and then i lose all of my common sense and stop giving good advice because it's all in the name of love.

Im the guy that honks way too many times in my car to notify the audience that the hero is not paying attention!

I'm the guy that told everyone else about Fight Club.

I am the one in the movie that has an unrealistic conversation with someone recapping everything in the movie. I do it so the audience can make sure that they understand what is going on.

I become a star athlete on an unappreciated team because i possess some kind of amazing skill/ supernatural power but i end up in a mid life crisis and not showing up to the championship game against our biggest rival, but the team somehow does good without me till i show up at half time and win the game in the last few seconds!!! Thus being hoisted up on the teams shoulders and being carried off the field!!!

I'm the star athlete who wins the game and is hoisted on to the other players' shoulders. In a crowd of 50,000 people, I immediately see my dad and I smile at him in a, "you know I love you, dad" kind of way, as he smiles (and possibly points) back at me, while everything in the background is moving in slow motion.

I'm a wash up older guy (usually a white guy) who take an inner city kid into his wing and showed him the way to fully developed his potential.

I'm a big bald guy wearing a leather jacket. I'm definately one of the hench man.

I'm the goofy CIA contact who's only there to move the plot along.

I am the girl who has a very successful in advertising. I live in the city and have a very high pressured job. This usually prevents me from going back to my home town. I am in the mist of working on a big project that will determine if I get a promotion or not. Suddenly the invitation arrives (usually for a wedding) that requires that I drop my work and return home. The event requires that I bring a date. So rather then tell my family that I'm not currently seeing anybody or bring along the totally unacceptable guy( ie the guy is conservitive and my famliy is quirky. or my guy is a rocker and my family is conservitive) that I'm dating, I hire a total stranger to pose as my boyfriend/date.

During the course of the weekend ( the wedding always takes place during a weekend) I spend much of my time trying to keep the true identity of the fake boyfriend from my family and friends. Eventually, my cover is blown and I have somehow manage to hurt fake boyfriend's feelings after he has confessed that he is in love with me for real.

He leaves shortly after the reception,much to the dismay of my family who have falling in love with him. I go back to work but am totally unable to concentrate because I realize that I'm in love with fake boyfriend,but don't know what to do about it. I whine about this to my sassy independent best friend and various co-workers who encourage me to find him and confess my feelings/go for what I want. Zany adventures follow as I try to find him,but once I do I tell fake boyfriend I love him and then we kiss

I am security guard that helps the good guys escape because I know they are good even though they are the "bad" guys at the same time (rouge hero movie) because even though I'm only on screen for five seconds, I know the entire plot of the two hour movie.

I am the hero who goes thru a rough life throughout the whole movie and doesn't realize until close to the end of the movie with:

A) The fate of the world hanging in the balance.

B) The girl of my dreams who will realize that the bad guy is such a sleeze

C) Only seconds left

D.) All of the above

...that I realize my true and full potential.

Bump?

I'm the girl who tells you that I'm nothing special. I have plain hair, plain skin, plain eyes. I don't have any interesting talents or hobbies. All I have are at least three guys madly in love with me. Well, actually, two or three of them love me, the other is literally mad and wants me for nefarious purposes. The guys may or may not sparkle and/or shapeshift.

I'm the new female cop on the force who finds every bit of evidence that the CSI squad, the police dogs, and my crusty but heart-of-gold owning partner who has been on the force for 92 years completely missed. I downplay my role in solving this case because I know it will happen again and again.

Alternate: I'm the new female DA's assistant that realizes juror #4 is lying which results in a win for us.