ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MINE [2004]

 I Already Forget How I Used To Feel About You

Random thoughts for Valentine's Day, 2004.

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

~Joel Barish

The first thing we need you to do, Mr. Barish, 

is to go home and collect everything you own that has some association with Clementine.

Anything.

And we'll use these items to create a map of Clementine in your brain, okay?

So, we'll need photos, clothing, gifts, books she may have bought you,

CDs you may have bought together, journal entries.

We want to empty your home, we want to empty your life of Clementine.

And after the mapping is done, our technicians will do the erasing in your home tonight.

That way, when you awake in the morning, 

you'll find yourself in your own bed as if nothing had happened,

a new life awaiting you.

~Dr. Mierzwiak

Look at it out here, it's all falling apart!

I'm erasing you, and I'm happy.

You did it to me first!

I can't believe you did this to me.

Clem, can you hear me?

By morning you'll be gone.

The perfect ending to this piece-of-shit story!

~Joel Barish

You don't tell me things, Joel.

I'm an open book, I tell you everything.

You don't trust me.

~Clementine Kruczynski

Am I ugly?

When I was a kid, I thought I was.

Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid.

Like you don't matter.

So, I'm 8, 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.

~Clementine Kruczynski

 Hide me somewhere deeper, somewhere really buried.

Hide me in your humiliation.

~Clementine Kruczynski

Clementine: 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.

I'd like to 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 tiptoe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got going 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.

I still thought you were gonna save my life, even after that.

It would be different if we could just give it another go around.

Remember me. Try your best.

Clementine: Maybe we can.

Clementine: This is it, Joel, it's gonna be gone soon.

Joel: I know.

Clementine: What do we do?

Joel: Enjoy it.

Joel: I've gotta catch my ride.

Clementine: So go.

Joel: I did.

I thought maybe you were a nut, but you were exciting.

Clementine: I wish you'd stayed.

Joel: 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.

Clementine: Well, I came back downstairs and you were gone.

Joel: I walked out, I walked out the door.

Clementine: Why?

Joel: I don't know. I felt like a scared little kid. I was like...

It was above my head, I don't know.

Clementine: You were scared?

Joel: Yeah. Thought you knew that about me.

I ran back to the bonfire trying to outrun my humiliation, I think.

Clementine: Was it something I said?

Joel: Yeah. You said, "So go"... with such disdain, you know.

Clementine: Oh, I'm sorry.

Joel: It's okay.

Clementine: Joely, what if you stayed this time?

Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.

Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye, at least.

Let's pretend we have one.

Bye, Joel.

Joel: I love you.

Clementine, whispering: Meet me in Mantouk.

Clementine: I'm not a concept, Joel.

I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind.

I'm not perfect.

Joel: I can't see anything that I don't like about you.

Clementine: But you will.

Joel: Right now I can't.

Clementine: 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.

Joel: Okay.
Clementine: Okay.

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FINDING NEVERLAND [2004]

How Far Can Your Imagination Take You


 James: We'll get them with the next one, Charles, I promise.
Charles: Of course we will, James.
James: I know you put a lot into this one.
Charles: A fortune, James, but I am fortunate because I can afford to lose a fortune.
James: Can you?
Charles: No, I can't.

James, to Porthos: Now, I want you to pay particular attention to the teeth.
Some unscrupulous trainers will show you a bear whose teeth have all been pulled,
while other cowards will force the brute into a muzzle. 
Only the true master would attempt these tricks without either measure of safety.
Peter, to his mom: What did you bring me over here for?
This is absurd. It's just a dog.
James: "Just a dog"? "Just"?
Porthos don't listen to him.
Porthos dreams of being a bear and you want to dash those dreams by saying he's "just a dog"?
What a horrible, candle-snuffing word.
That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man."
Or, "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock."
"Just"
Peter: Fine then. Turn him into a bear, if you can.
James: With those eyes, my bonny lad, I'm afraid you'd never see it. 
However, with just a wee bit of imagination, 
I can turn around right now and see the great bear, Porthos.

Sylvia: Peter's a different boy since his father died.
You know, I don't think he's even had a good cry about it.
James: Grief affects us all in different ways, doesn't it?
Sylvia: Yes, it does.

James: Listen, what would you think of loaning Emma out to the Davies for the occasional evening?
They don't actually have a cook.
Mary: I take it Mrs. Davies enjoyed the meal that she had here?
James: I imagine she could use an extra hand now and again, that's all.
Mary: That's very charitable of you.
Perhaps we can send over some of the silver as well. 
And what about linen? I wouldn't be surprised if some of hers was looking a bit shabby.
 James: Please, Mary, stop.
Mary: Maybe she can send over some of the things we've run short on.
My husband, for example. We rarely see him in this house.
James: That hasn't seemed to bother you for some time now.

Sylvia: I'm afraid I've grown hopelessly lax in my discipline.
James: Nonsense.
Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.
And then, before you know it, they're grown.

Sylvia: You mean a lot to my boys, you know. Especially Peter.
James: It seems to me that Peter's trying to grow up too fast.
I imagine he thinks that grown-ups don't hurt as deeply as children do when they lose someone.

Arthur: You should be aware though, James, what some people have been saying.
Mind you, I wouldn't bring it up if I thought the rumors would pass.
James: I'm not surprised. What are they saying?
Arthur: That you spend much more time with Mrs. Davies than you do with your own wife.
She's a widow, and...
James: And a friend, that's it. Nothing more.
Arthur: There have also been questions about how you spend your time with those boys. And why.
James: That's outrageous. How could anyone think something so evil?
They're children. They're innocent children.
You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.
No, thank you, Arthur, but I don't think many will give credence to such nonsense.
Arthur: Then why is no one sitting with them?
Once you get a bit of notoriety, James, people watch you and they will look for ways to drag you down.

Peter: What did you and mother decide to tell us this time? "It's only a chest cold"?
James: We hadn't decided anything.
Peter: Stop lying to me! I'm sick of grown-ups lying to me.
James: I'm not lying to you. I don't know what's wrong.
Peter: "Father might take us fishing," that's what she said. "In just a few weeks".
And he died the next morning.
James: That wasn't a lie, Peter. That was your mother's hope.
Peter: He barely moved for a week, but I started planning out fishing trip.
James: I will never lie to you, I promise you that.
Peter: No. All you'll do is teach me to make up stupid stories and pretend that things aren't happening until...
[tear up his journal] I won't! I'm not blind! I won't be made a fool!

James: I was only trying to help, as a friend.
Mrs. du Maurier: Have you no idea how much your friendship has already cost my daughter?
Or are you really that selfish?
James: I beg your pardon?
Mrs. du Maurier: Don't you see, what a visit to the summer cottage of a married man does
for a widow's future prospects?
Sylvia needs to find someone. The boys need a father.
And you are destroying any hope this family has of pulling itself together again.
James: I have only wanted good things for this family, Mrs du Maurier.
Mrs. du Maurier: I'll look after them.
You have your own family to concern yourself with.
James: What are you suggesting?
Mrs. du Maurier: I'm suggesting that you protect what you have, Mr. Barrie.
That is precisely what I am doing.

Mary: I was hopelessly naive when I married you.
I imagined that brilliant people disappeared to some secret place
where good ideas floated around like leaves in autumn.
And I hoped, at least once, you would take me there with you.
James: There is no such place.
Mary: Yes, there is.
Neverland.
It's the best you've written, James.
And I'm sure the Davies will adore the world you've created for them.
I only wish I were part of it.
James: I've wanted you to be, I've tried.
Mary, I always imagined us going off on great adventure once we were together.
But we moved into this house and you started, I don't know, you started rearranging the furniture.
Mary: What was I supposed to do, James?
You were always gone.
James: I was right here.
Mary: Sitting in your parlor, staring off into other worlds as though I didn't exist.
James: Look, just give me bit more time to finish up the play.
Mary: To spend with your muse?
No, I'm tired of waiting, James. I'm tired of looking like a fool.
James: I can't very well give up the play.
Mary: Of course not.
Just come home to me at the end of the day.
Rehearse and be home for dinner.
No more trips to the country, no more long afternoons in the park.
If you can't give us that much of a chance, then we must end this. And I will.

James: They can see it, you know. You can't go on just pretending.
Sylvia: "Just pretending"?
You brought pretending into this family, James.
You showed us we can change things by simply believing them to be different.
James: A lot of things, Sylvia, not everything.
Sylvia: But the things that matter.
We've pretended for some time now that you're a part of this family, haven't we?
You've come to mean so much to us all that now it doesn't matter if it's true.
And even if it isn't true, even if that can never be, I need to go on pretending, until the end, with you.

James: How are you?
Mary: I'm fine. How are you?
James: I'm sorry.
Mary: Don't be.
Without that family, you could never have written anything like this. You need them.

James: Where's Mr. Snow this evening?
Mrs. Snow: Oh, I'm afraid he's left us.
And he would so have loved this evening. The pirates and the Indians.
He was really just a boy himself, you know, to the very end.
James: I'm terribly sorry. How are you doing?
Mrs. Snow: I'm doing well enough now, thank you.
I suppose it's all the work of the ticking crocodile, isn't it?
Time is chasing after all of us, isn't that right?
James: That's right, Mrs. Snow.

James: What did you think?
Peter: It's about our summer together, isn't it?
James: It is.
Peter: About all of us.
James: That's right. Did you like it?
Peter: It's magical. Thank you.
James: Oh, thank you. Thank you, Peter.
Woman: This is Peter Pan, how wonderful.
Man: Really? You're Peter Pan? Why, you must be quite the little adventurer.
Woman: Look, it's true, he has no shadow.
Peter: But I'm not Peter Pan. [point to James] He is.

Peter: I'm sorry I was so horrible.
James: Don't worry.
Peter: It's just... I thought she'd always be here.
James: So did I.
But in fact, she is. Because she's on every page of your imagination.
You'll always have her there. Always.

Peter: Why did she have to die?
James: I don't know, boy.
When I think of your mother, I will always remember how happy she looked sitting there in the parlor,
watching a play about her family.
About her boys that never grew up.
She went to Neverland.
And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself.
Peter: How?
James: By believing, Peter. Just believe.

*****

TITANIC [1997]

Collide With Destiny

I'm the king of the world! 

[Jack]

[Jack]: Rose, you're no picnic, all right? 

You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known... 

[Rose]: Jack, I... 

[Jack]: No, let me try and get this out. 

You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. 

I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. 

I understand. But I'm too involved now. 

You jump, I jump remember? 

I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all that I want.

[Rose]: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really. 

[Jack]: Really? I don't think so. 

They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. 

Maybe not right away because you're strong but... 
sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose...  that fire's gonna burn out... 

[Rose]: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.

[Jack]: You're right... only you can do that. 

[Rose]: I love you, Jack.

[Jack]: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me? 

[Rose]: I'm so cold. 

[Jack]: Listen, Rose. 

You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. 

You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. 

Not like this, do you understand me? 

[Rose]: I can't feel my body.

[Jack]: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. 

And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. 

You must do me this honor. 

Promise me you'll survive. 

That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. 

Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise. 

[Rose]: I promise.

[Jack]: Never let go.

[Rose]: I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.

  

 

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

[Old Rose]

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