sunday's story...monday's not too late...

joel: Hi.
clementine: Hi. Didn't figure you'd show your face around me again. I guess I thought you were...humiliated. You did run away, after all.
joel: I just needed to see you.
clementine: Yeah?
joel: I'd like to, um...take you out, or something.
clementine: You're married.
joel: Not yet, not married. No, I'm not married.
clementine: Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat, I'm high maintenance, so...I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me.
joel: Okay.
clementine: 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.
joel: I remember that speech really well.
clementine: I had you pegged, didn't I?
joel: You had the whole human race pegged.
clementine: Hmm. Probably.
joel: I still thought you were gonna save my life... even after that.
clementine: Ohhh...I know.
joel: It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round.
clementine: Remember me. Try your best; maybe we can.