Joel Barish

— 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.

Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies... to make people feel like crap.

Oh, God. She's punishing me. For being honest.

— 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.

I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before.

— It would be different... if we could just give it another go around.
— Remember me. Try your best. Maybe we can.

She's not looking at me. No one ever looks at me!

I'm Clementine. Can I borrow a piece of your chicken? And you picked it out of my plate before I could answer and it felt so intimate like we were already lovers.

— I'm gonna marry you. I know it.
— Um... okay.