Clementine: 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. Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
Joel: I don't do that.
Clementine: I want to know you.
Joel: Hmm? I don't constantly talk. Jesus!
Clementine: People have to share things, Joel.
Joel: Mm-hmm.
Clementine: That's what intimacy is.
Joel: I'm really pissed that you said that to me.
Clementine: I'm sorry.
Joel: It just... really just isn't that interesting.
Clementine: I wanna read some of those journals you're constantly scribbling in. What do you write in there if you don't have any thoughts or passions or...love?
Clementine: Joely?
Joel: Yeah, Tangerine?
Clementine: Am I ugly?
Joel: Mm-mmm.
Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. Can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid. Like you don't matter. So, I'm eight...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.
Joel: You're pretty.

Clementine: Joely, don't ever leave me.
Joel: Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.