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Patrick : Mary hates me.
Never really had much luck with the ladies.
Stan : Maybe if you stopped stealing their panties.
Patrick :
Stan, there’s more.
Stan : No.
Patrick : Yes.
Stan : No.
I’ve had enough.
Mary : Hey.
Hey. Oh. You didn't want any, did you, Patrick?
Patrick : No.
I don’t know. That's okay.
Mary : Wait.
Blessed are the
forgetful, for they get the better even of their
blunders. Oh. That's Nietzsche.
Beyond Good and Evil. I found it in my Bartlett's.
Patrick :
What's your Bartlett's?
Stan : It's a
quote book. Patrick. It's a book of quotations.
Mary : I think
Howard will be in Bartlett's one day.
Stan :
Definitely. Howard is pure Bartlett's.
Mary : Can you
wake him up?
Patrick : You
can't wake him up.
Clementine :
You don't tell me things, Joel. I'm an
open book. I
tell you everything. Every damn embarrassing thing.
You don't trust me.
Joel :
Constantly talking isn't
necessarily communicating.
Clementine : I
don't do that. I want to know you. I don't
constantly talk. Jesus. People have to share things,
Joel. That's what intimacy is. I'm really pissed
that you said that to me!
Joel : Sorry.
It’s just… my life just really isn't that
interesting.
Clementine : I
want to read those journals you're constantly
scribbling in. What do you write if you don't have
any thoughts or passions or love?
Joel :
November 19th, Two thousand three. Dinner at Kang's
again. Are we like those poor couples you feel...
sorry for in restaurants? Are we the dining dead? I
can't stand the idea of us being a couple people
think that about. I like that.
Joel : How's
the chicken?
Clementine :
Good. More?
Joel : No,
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