Joel: "Hi."
Clementine: "Hi. 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."
Clementine: "Yeah?"
Joel: "I'd like to, um... 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-maintainance, so... I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' 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 lookin' 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."
Clementine: "Hmm. Probably."
Joel: "I still thought you were gonna save my life... even after that."
Clementine: "Ohhh... I know."
Joel: "It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round."
Clementine: "Remember me... Try your best... maybe we can..."
Resulta difícil ser Objeto Wero
un chicle Totito o caca de Aralé
pero no me importa, bastardo culero:
Que al cabo tú eres el que rosa es.