OB40mukEXQ6QZ1740xdjwF1LEQ4 Quote to Remember: THE NOTEBOOK [2004]


Thursday, February 21, 2013


Behind Every Great Love Is A Great Story

 I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten.
But in one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived.

Noah: Who's this girl with Sarah?
Fin: Her name's Allie Hamilton. She's here for the summer with her family.
Dad's got more money than God.

 Noah: Do you remember me?
Allie: Yeah, sure, Mr. Underwear, was it? How could I forget.
Noah: I wanted to clear that up with you, because I'm really sorry about that.
It was a really stupid thing to do, crawl up a ferris wheel to talk to somebody.
But I had to be next to you. I was being drawn to you.
Allie, chuckles: Oh, jeez, what a line.

Noah: I can be fun, if you want... pensive, uh, smart, uh superstitious, brave.
And, I can be light on my feet. [doing tap dancing] I could be whatever you want.
You just tell me what you want and I'll be that for you.
Allie: You're dumb.
Noah: I could be that.

Allie: I haven't seen a movie in ages.
Noah: Really?
Allie: Not since I was a little kid.
Noah: What?
Allie: I'm busy, you know, I don't have a lot of time. 
I have a very strict schedule. My days are all planned out.
I get up in the morning, breakfast, math tutor, Latin tutor, lunch,
tennis lessons, dance lessons, sometimes both, 
French tutor, piano lesson, then I eat dinner.
And after dinner I spend time with my family.
And then I catch up on some reading.
Noah: Wow... Sounds like the road to success.
Allie: Oh, you're bet.
We're applying to all these colleges, Radcliffe, Sarah Lawrence, those are the ones we want.
Noah: And who's we?
Allie: What?
Noah: You just said "The ones that we want".
Allie: Mom and Daddy. We decide everything together.
Noah: Everything?
Allie: No, not everything, but the important things, yes.
Noah: And then everything else, you get to decide all by yourself?
Allie: Don't be rude.
Noah: I'm sorry.
Just trying to figure out what you do for fun.
Allie: What do you mean?
Noah: I don't know, I mean all those things are things you have to do, right?
So what do you do because you want to?
Allie: I just told you.

Noah: I always figured you were kinda...
Allie: Kinda what?
Noah: Just... Free...
Allie: What? I am free.
Allie: You don't seem like it.
Allie: Well, I am.

It was an improbable romance.
He was a country boy, she was from the city.
She had the world at her feet, while he didn't have 2 dimes to rub together.

They didn't agree on much. In fact, they rarely agreed on everything. They fought all the time.
And they challenged each other every day.
But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common.
They were crazy about each other.

 Noah: The Windsor Plantation. It was built in 1772.
Rumor has it that Francis Marion proposed to his wife right here under these steps.
Allie: This place is gigantic.
Noah: Yeah, a gigantic piece of crap.
But I'm gonna buy it one day and I'm gonna fix it up.
All it needs is a new floor... and new walls and a roof...
Allie: Is that all?
Noah: And plumbing and electric.
Allie: And furniture.
Noah: Yes, and furniture.
But it's right on the water.
And there's a big old barn out there, I could turn that into my workshop.
Allie: Well, what about me? Don't I get any say in this?
Noah: You want a say in this?
Allie: Yes, I would.
Noah: What do you want?
Allie: I want a white house with blue shutters... and a room overlooking the river so I can paint.
Noah: Anything else?
Allie: Yes. I want a big old porch that wraps around the entire house.
We can drink tea and watch the sun down.
Noah: Okay.
Allie: You promise?
Noah: I promise.

Mrs. Hamilton: You are going to stop seeing Noah.
She is out fooling around with that boy till 2:00 in the morning and it has got to stop.
I didn't spend 17 years of my life raising a daughter and giving her everything
so she could throw it away on a summer romance.
She will wind up with her heart broken or pregnant.
He's a nice boy, but he's...
Allie: He's what? He's what? Tell me!
Mrs. Hamilton: He is trash, trash, trash... not for you.

Allie: I love him.
Mrs. Hamilton: You are 17 years old, you don't know anything about love.
Allie: Oh, and you do.
You don't look at Daddy the way I look at Noah.
You don't touch, or laugh, you don't play, you don't know anything about love.

You're going away!
You're leaving... and I'm staying here.
And I'm so happy that you're doing it, but you're gonna have a million things to do.
You got so much ahead of you.
I'm not going to have nice things, fancy things.
It's never gonna happen for me. It's not in the cards for me.
~Noah Calhoun

Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons.
But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common:
they are shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens,
a fleeting glimpse of eternity.
And in a flash, they're gone.
Noah was desperate.
He wrote to Allie that he was sorry and stupid for breaking up with her.
He wrote to tell her that he still loved her, and he wanted to see her.
And that if she would write back, he would come to whenever she was.
He wrote one letter a day for a year, 365 letters, but they all went unanswered.
Finally, after a year of silence, he decided to put it all behind him and start a new life.
So he wrote a farewell letter, and he and Fin packed their bags and headed for Atlanta.

Lon: Allie, I've been thinking a lot about why we shouldn't get married.
Allie: Okay, I give up, why shouldn't we get married?
Lon: I couldn't think of anything at first, and then it just dawned on me.
Your parents...
Allie: My parents?
Lon: Your old mom and dad, thank you for that, are in love with me.
I'm exactly the type of man they want you to end up with.
Allie: Really?
Lon: You know, I'm wealthy, I'm from the South, I got a decent job,
I'm an incredible dancer, I'm a really smart guy...
Allie: So what's the problem, huh?
Lon: If you marry me, then you will have lost a life long battle of defiance against them.

 Lon: Allie, I think you have to marry me. I think you need to marry me.
Allie: I do? Why?
Lon: Because if you do, your parents will always know the unhappiness that you feel for not being able to disappoint them.
Allie: I think you may have overlooked one minor detail.
Lon: What's that?
Allie: You have to get their permission first.
And I think you may have overestimated their affection for you.
Lon: Is that right? Oh, I don't think so.
Allie: Why not?
Lon: Cause I asked them already and they said yes.
Allie: What?
Lon: One more thing... [popped out the ring] I love you. Will you marry me, honey?
I know I kid around a lot, but I'm crazy about you.
Marry me? Make me the happiest man in the world.
Allie: Yes...

 Martha: What do you want, Noah?
Noah: What do you mean, what do I want?
Martha: From me...
[Noah sighs]
Sometimes when you talk to me, you don't even see me.
A woman knows when a man looks into her eyes and sees someone else.
Noah: Now you know I want to give you all the things that you want, right?
But I can't. Because they're gone, they're broken.

Dr. Barnwell: So I understand that you read to Miss Hamilton.
Duke: Yeah, to help her remember.
You don't think it'll help?
Dr. Barnwell: No, I don't.
Duke: She remembers, Doc. 
I read to her and she remembers. Not always, but she remembers.
Dr. Barnwell: But senile dementia is irreversible. It's degenerative.
After a certain point, its victims don't come back.
Duke: Yeah, that's what they keep telling me.
Dr. Barnwell: I just don't want you to get your hopes up.
Duke: Thanks, Doc, but you know what they say?
Science goes only so far and then comes God.

It was real, wasn't it? You and me.
Such a long time ago, we were just a couple of kids.
But we really loved each other, didn't we?
~Allie Hamilton

Duke: I don't know, there's something about today. Maybe it's a day for a miracle.
Mary Allen: Daddy, come home. Mama doesn't know us.
She doesn't recognize you. She'll never understand.
Maggie: We miss you.
This is crazy, you living here.
Edmond: Yeah, you know we'll all help with Mom. We can take shifts visiting.
Duke: Look, guys, that's my sweetheart in there. I'm not leaving her. This is my home now.
Your mother is my home.

Allie: Why didn't you write me? Why?
It wasn't over for me. 
I waited for you for 7 years. And now it's too late.
Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year.
Allie: You wrote me?
Noah: Yes.
It wasn't over. It still isn't over.

Allie: Tell me about the letters, Mother. Is it true?
Mrs. Hamilton: Yes.
Allie: You watched me cry myself to sleep for months and months, and you never said anything.
How could you do that?
Mrs. Hamilton: I'm sorry.
Allie: Oh, you're sorry! Because of you my entire life is ruined!

Noah: So what are you gonna do, Allie?
Allie: I don't know.
Noah: We're back to that? Are we back there?
What about the past couple of days? They happened, you know?
Allie: I know that they happened, and they were wonderful, but they were also very irresponsible.
[Noah kicks the chair]
I have a fiance waiting for me at a hotel, who's gonna be crushed when he finds out.
Noah: So you make love to me and then you go back to your husband? Was that your plan?
Was that a test that I didn't pass?
Allie: No, I made a promise to a man, he gave me a ring and I gave him my word.
Noah: And your word is shot to hell now, don't you think?
Allie: I don't ... I don't know. I'll find out when I talk to him.
Noah: This is not about keeping your promise, and it's not about following your heart, it's about security.
Allie: What is that supposed to mean?
Noah: Money! He's got a lot of money!
Allie: Now I hate you, you smug bastard!
Noah: If you leave here, I hate you.
Allie: Have you been paying attention to anything that's happening?
Noah: I guess not. I think I must have misread all of those signals.
Allie: I guess you did.
Noah: You're bored! You're bored and you know it.
You wouldn't be here if there wasn't something missing.
Allie: You arrogant son of a bitch!
Noah: Would you just stay with me?
Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fighting.
Noah: Well, that's what we do. We fight.
You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch
and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass. Which you are 99% of the time.
I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings.
They have like a 2 second rebound rate and you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Allie: So what?
Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard.
And we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that, because I want you.
I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.
Will you do something for me? Please?
Will you just picture your life for me?
30 years from now, 40 years from now, what's it look like?
If it's with that guy, go. Go!
I lost you once, I think I could do it again, if I thought it's what you really wanted.
But don't you take the easy way out.
Allie: What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.
Noah: Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants?
Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want...
What do you want?! What do you want?
Allie: It's not that simple.
Noah: What do you want? Goddamn it, what do you want?!

Lon: The way I see it, I got 3 choices.
One, I can shoot him.
Two, I can kick the crap out of him.
Or three, I leave you.
All that's no good, cause none of those options get me you.
And in spite of everything, I love you.
Allie: I love you too.
Lon: I meant what I said when I gave you that ring.
Allie: I did too. It's just that when I'm with Noah, I feel like one person
and when I'm with you I feel like someone totally different.
Lon: It's normal not to forget your first love.
I love you, Allie, but I want you for myself.
I don't want to have to convince my fiance that she should be with me.
Allie: You don't have to. I already know I should be with you.

Allie: Will you tell them I love them?
Noah: I will.
Allie: And I'm sorry.
Noah: I'll tell them, sweetheart.

Allie: What's gonna happen when I can't remember anything any more? What will you do?
Noah: I'll be here. I'll never leave you.


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