-The police. Your car.
-Oh, right. Yeah. Keenan, listen, I'm...
-You don't have to say anything. l-l told you because
I wanted to tell you.
I wanted to because for the first time in a long time
I wish things were different.
- They can be.
- No, they can't.
-Well, none of this means you can't love.
-Joan, it means exactly that.It doesn't mean anything else.
-I don't believe that for a second, that you can't love.
- I can't.
- Stop saying that.
-It's the only thing I can say to make you understand.
-This may sound corny, but...
-But you don't want me. I-I'm damaged goods.
-For Christ's sake, we're all damaged goods.
I'm wandering around through life with hardly
any purpose or goal at all.
I don't know what I'm doing half the time...
but I know that I can love.I know that I can love you.
I know that I do love you.
- I won't let you love me.
- Why?
-I won't let you love me because...because I love you.
-You love me?
- Can I go?
- No! Do you know how long I have waited for somebody
I care about...to say that they love me
and for me to actually believe them?
And if you think you're getting out of this car,
you're insane!
-It will never work.
-It's already working. It's working.
-I thought...I thought you didn't cry.
-I thought you didn't date. Surprise, I'm crying...
and this is very much a date.
It's unconventional, perhaps,
but it's the best date I've ever had.
domingo, 9 de março de 2008
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Ai, Júlia. Adorei o diálogo. Impossível não se identificar com várias linhas (e dos dois personagens).
É babado, nega.
Ai ai... A dor e a delícia do amor.
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