Are we the dinning dead?
| Joel: | Hi. |
| Clementine: | Hi. Didn't figure you'd show your face around me again. I guess I thought you were... humiliated. You did run away, after all. |
| Joel: | I just needed to see you. |
| Clementine: | Yeah? |
| Joel: | I'd like to, um... take you out, or something. |
| Clementine: | You're married. |
| Joel: | Not yet, not married. No, I'm not married. |
| Clementine: | Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat, I'm high-maintainance, so... I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me. |
| Joel: | Okay. |
| Clementine: | Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours. |
| Joel: | I remember that speech really well. |
| Clementine: | I had you pegged, didn't I? |
| Joel: | You had the whole human race pegged. |
| Clementine: | Hmm. Probably. |
| Joel: | I still thought you were gonna save my life... even after that. |
| Clementine: | Ohhh... I know. |
| Joel: | It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round. |
| Clementine: | Remember me. Try your best; maybe we can. |
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’