Clementine Kruczynski

I mean, I'm always anxious, thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest, taking advantage of every possibility, making sure I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.

— You're not a stalker or anything, right?
— I'm not a stalker. You're the one that talked to me. Remember?
— That is the oldest trick in the stalker book.
— Really? There's a stalker book? Okay. I gotta read that one.

So what if you take me somewhere else, somewhere where I don't belong, and we hide there till morning?

— 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.
— You don't have to be afraid of silence, Clementine. Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
— I don't do that. I want to know you. I don't constantly talk. Jesus. People have to share things. That's what intimacy is. I'm really pissed that you said that to me.
— I'm sorry. I just don't have anything very interesting about my life.

— Wait.
— What?
— I don't know. Just wait. Just wait.
— What do you want, Joel?
— I don't know. I want you to wait for... just a while.

— What if it breaks?
— ''What if'? Do you really care right now?

— It's a pretty name, though. It really is nice. It means "merciful", right? Clemency?
— Yeah. Although it hardly fits. I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.

Drink up, young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.

— I wish you'd stayed.
— I wish I'd stayed too. Now I wish I'd stayed. I wish I'd done a lot of things. Oh, God, I wish I had... I wish I'd stayed. I do.

If you wanna be with me, you're with me.

And wish me a happy Valentine's Day when you call! That'd be nice!

— I'm not a concept, Joel. I'm just a fucked-up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. I'm not perfect.
— I can't think of anything I don't like about you right now.
— But you will. You will think of things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.
— Okay.
— Okay.

— What took you so long?
— I just walked in.
— Hmmm. Do you miss me?
— Oddly enough, I do.
— Ha Ha! You said, "I do." I guess that means we're married.
— I guess so.

— I think your name is magic.
— This is it, Joel. It's gonna be gone soon.
— I know.
— What do we do?
— Enjoy it. Say goodbye.

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 looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.

I really like that you're nice right now. I mean, I can't tell from one moment to the next what I'm gonna like, but right now... I'm glad you are.