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Patrick : There's more.
After we did her, I kind of went to where she works
and asked her out.
Stan : You what?
Joel : Jesus.
Stan : Jesus.
Patrick. Do you have any idea… how unethical?
Patrick : It's
not really that bad. What! What!
Get that look off your face.
What's wrong?
Stan :
Patrick, you stole a girl’s panties.
Joel : There's
someone here, he stole your underwear.
Clementine : I
don't see anyone. Joel, where are my boots?
TV : Now why
are you showing me poisons. Huh?
TV : Can’t you
understand English? Potions. I said. Potions. Love
potion. Please.
Clementine : I'm
fucking crawling out of my skin! I
should have left you at the flea market.
Joel : Want to
go?
Clementine : I
want to have a baby.
Joel :
Let's talk about it later.
Clementine :
No. I want to have a baby.
Joel : I don't
think we're ready.
Clementine :
You're not ready.
Joel : Clem,
do you really think you could take care of a kid?
Clementine :
What?
Joel : I don't
want to talk about it here.
Clementine : I
can't hear you. I can never the fuck understand what
you're saying!
Joel : I said
I don't want to talk about this!
Clementine :
Fucking ventriloquist. We're fucking gonna talk
about it! You can't just say something like that and
say you don't want to talk about it!
Joel : I don't
want to talk about this! I'm sorry. Clem. I’m sorry.
Clementine : I'd
make a fucking good mother! I love
children.
Joel : OK.
Alright.
Clementine :
I'm creative and I'm smart! And I’m gonna make a
fucking great mother.
Joel : Oh.
God. Clem.
Clementine :
It's you, Joel. It's you who can't
commit to
anything.
Joel : It's
going! It's going.
Clementine :
You're lucky I'm interested in you. I don't even
know why I am. Maybe I should end it right here!
Joel : It’s
over. It’s done.
Clementine :
Leave you at the flea market, with the
costume jewelry!
Maybe you can find a nice antique rocking chair to
die in!
Joel : All the
pain. Confusion...
Mary : Oh. Hi,
Patrick
Patrick : Hi,
Mary. How's it going?
Stan : Hey
you.
Mary : Ah.
It's freezing outside.
Stan : Find us
okay?
Mary : Yeah.
Stan : Hot.
Mary : Poor
guy. Do you have anything real to drink?
Stan : We
haven't really checked yet. Patrick?
Mary : No. Let
me do the honors. |
