Clementine: What took you so long?
Joel: I just walked in.
Clementine: Hmhmm. Did you miss me?
Joel: Oddly enough I do.
Clementine: Ah huh. You said I do. I guess that means we’re married.
Joel: I guess so.

Patrick: Can I help you?
Joel: What do you mean?
Patrick: Can I help you with something?
Joel: No.
Patrick: What are you doing here?
Joel: I’m not really sure what you are asking me.
Patrick: Oh. Thanks.

Clementine: Joely? What if you stay this time?
Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.
Clementine: Come back and make up a goodbye at least, let's pretend we had one... Goodbye, Joel.
Joel: ...I love you...
Clementine: ...Meet me in Montauk..

Mary: He could wake up all half-baked and gooey! Mmm, half-baked. I'm hungry.

4-Year-Old Joel: I really want her to pick me up. It's amazing how strong that desire is.

Joel: I love being bathed in the sink - such a feeling of security.
Clementine: I've never seen you happier, baby Joel.

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: *kisses Clementine* You're pretty.
Clementine: Joely, don't ever leave me.
Joel: You're pretty... you're pretty... pretty...