Mierzwiak, please let me keep this memory...

Clem: Joely?

Joel: Yeah, Tangerine?

Clem: Am I ugly?

Joel: Mm-mmm.

Clem: 

When I was a kid, 

I thought I was. 

Can't believe I'm crying already. 

Sometimes I think people dont 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.

Clem: Joely, don't ever leave me.

Joel: Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.

Joel: 

Mierzwiak,

 please let me keep this memory.

Just this one.