CLEMENTINE: (impatiently) What, Joel? What do you want?
JOEL: (at a loss) I don’t know. (pause) Just wait. I want you to wait for a while.
They lock eyes for a long moment: Clementine stone-faced, Joel with a worried, knit brow. Clementine cracks up.
CLEMENTINE: I’m not a concept, Joel. I’m just a fucked-up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. I’m not perfect.
JOEL: I can’t think of anything I don’t like about you right now.
CLEMENTINE: But you will. You will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.