Clementine: Joely?
Joel: Yeah, Tangerine?
Clementine: Am I ugly?
Joel: Mm-mmm.
Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. Can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid. Like you don’t matter. So, I’m eight… and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine. And I keep yelling at her: “You can’t be ugly! Be pretty!” It’s weird. Like if I can transform her, I would magically change too.
Joel: You’re pretty.
Clementine: Joely, don’t ever leave me.
Joel: Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.
Please let me keep this memory. Just this one.
Clementine: I wanna hold your hand. Common.
…
Joel: I could die right now, Clem. I’m just happy. I’ve never felt that before.
I’m just exactly where I want to be.
Clem?
I want to call it off. I’ll give you a sign! I want to call it off. Can you hear me? I don’t want this anymore, I want to call it off!
Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind
