21 de febrero de 2011

He's stealing my identity. He stole my stuff...

Joel: Is anybody there? Clementine?
Clem: Joel?
Joel: Clement...
Clem: Joely?
Joel: Clem!
Clem: Joel?
Joel: Clem!

Clem: What?
Joel: We gotta go. We gotta go.
Clem: What? Where?
Joel: I have an idea of how to stop this.
Clem: Stop what? Joely.
Joel: Come on, Clem.
Clem: Smell my armpit! Smell my armpit! 
No! Don't tickle me! Don't make me smell you. Smell my pits! No. Good.
Joel: Concentrate, Clem. We gotta get back to the office. 
There was a tape recorder. No, not the picture. 
Not the picture. Where is it? Back here. Come on!
Clem: Oh, look at me. Hey, I look good there.
Howard: Look, our fixiles are confidential, Mr. Barish,
 so I can't show you evidence
Suffice it to say that Miss, uh... Miss Kruczynski... was not happy 
and she wanted to move on. Good. Now, tell me about Clementine.
Joel: Just tell me everything you remember. That's what he said. Then...
Clem: What did we see that day?
Joel: No, wait.
Clem: Oh, look! Hey!
Joel: Shit!

Clem: We're going to see my grandma. Joel, why... 
No, I don't want to... Joel, please! 
We're not going on a train. Don't make me run anymore.
Joel: Come on! Mierzwiak!
Clem: Do we always have to run?
Joel: Mierzwiak! Please.
Howard: So, why don't we begin by you telling me... everything you can remember.
Joel: Mierzwiak! Wake me up!
Howard: Oh, I-I'm sorry, Mr. Barish. I thought you understood what was going on here.

Joel: I don't know. You're erasing her from me. 
You're erasing me from her... I don't know.
You've got this thing. I'm in my bed. I know it. I'm in my brain.
Howard: I'm part of your imagination too, 
Joel. How can I help you from there? 
Uh, I'm inside your head too. I'm you.
Patrick: Sorry.
Joel: Look. Who's that?
Howard: Oh, he-he works for us. 
That's, uh, Pa-a-a-a-atrick, baby boy
Joel: 
He's stealing my identity. He stole my stuff. 
He's, uh, seducing my girlfriend with my words and my things. 
He stole her underwear. Oh, Jesus Christ! He stole her underwear.

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