Clementine: Joely?
Joel: Yeah Tangerine?
Clementine: Am I ugly?
Joel: Uh-uh.
Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. I 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: You're pretty... you're pretty... pretty...
3 comments:
hoje na praia passou por mim um casal, ele alto e magro de gorro azul escuro, e ela de cabelo cor-de-laranja, ambos com uma espécie de fato de treino.
pensei que estava dentro desse filme
por acaso não saíste em montauk por engano?
mais uma vez...
revi esse filme na sexta-feira.
why do we keep guessing each other?
eu nunca vou dormir*
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