Ridiculously happy. The kind where you pull your sofa blanket over your mouth up to your nose to keep you warm and to put your hands to your chin. The kind where you go "aaaaaargh" and "uuuuunn" because your insides knock. The kind that only such a movie can produce. Music And Lyrics has now officially been admitted to the C Hall of Favorite Movies. The humor is hilarious. The music is touching. Mr. Grant's accent is downright adorable, not to mention his timing. I've welcomed him back into the row of definitely watchable and to-root-for actors. Yet the icing on the cake is how I've seen myself in Ms. Barrymore's character. Jerry Maguire, you're about to be thrown off the pedestal.