❥ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ( ₁₉₉₅ ) ﹔ please do not add to the post. you may adjust any pronouns as needed.
do you have any idea what they were arguing about?
have you ever heard that as couples get older, they lose their ability to hear each other?
nature’s way of allowing couples to grow old together without killing each other.
would you like to come with me?
i went to school for a summer in los angeles.
and of course you don’t speak any other language, right?
yeah, yeah, yeah. i get it, i get it.
i took french for four years in high school.
i’m just traveling around. i’ve been riding the trains for the past two, three weeks.
for instance, you have ideas that you ordinarily wouldn’t have.
i had this idea for a television show.
so it’s like a national geographic program, but on people.
my parents never really spoke of the possibility of my falling in love... or getting married or having children. they wanted me to think of my future as a career.
i always had a pretty good bullshit detector when i was a kid.
it makes it even harder to officially complain.
you know, even when they’re wrong, it’s this passive-aggressive shit.
i’ve never seen anything like that since.
it just kinda let me know how ambiguous everything was. you know, even death.
i think i’m afraid of death 24 hours a day.
i can’t stop thinking that way.
i wish i had met you earlier.
i have an admittedly insane idea.
if i don’t ask you, it’s gonna haunt me for the rest of my life.
i want to keep talkin’ to you.
but i feel like we have some kind of connection, right?
you should get off of the train with me.
i’m just as big a loser as he is.
no, i don’t believe you. you’re a bad liar.
and you have to answer a hundred precent honestly!
i pretended that i didn’t like him.
you know, i was so afraid of what i might do.
we kind of wrote these little declarations of love to each other at the end of the summer.
have you ever been in love?
those are two very different questions.
what if i asked you about love?
i would have lied, but at least i would have made up a great story.
tell me something that really pisses you off.
i hate being told by strange men in the street to smile.
they don’t give a shit either.
it’s a totally scattered thought... which is kinda why it makes sense.
do you wanna go and see if that listening booth still works?
look at this. this is beautiful!
that meant something to me.
now i’m ten years older and she’s still thirteen.
and we got we got a sunset here..
are you trying to say you want to kiss me?
i don’t think it really matters what generation you’re born into.
we still have to deal with the same old shit.
i guarantee you, it was better that way.
how do you know? you don’t know them.
people have these romantic projections they put on everything.
oh, mr. romantic up there on the ferris wheel ‘oh, kiss me. the sunset. oh, it’s so beautiful.’
everything we know is stardust.
i hope you don’t take that any more seriously than some horoscope.
what are you talking about?
it’s so funny how she almost didn’t notice you, huh?
i saw this one a few years ago in a museum. i stared and stared at it, must have been 45 minutes.
his human figures are always so... transitory.
i can’t help feeling for all those people that come here, lost or in pain, or guilt. looking for some kind of answers.
it fascinates me how a single place can join so much pain and happiness.
that’s beautiful, i like that.
this is a horrible story.
would you be in paris by now if you hadn’t gotten off the train with me?
i’m so glad because no one knows i’m here, and i don’t know anyone that knows you that would tell me all those bad things you’ve done.
something about me bugs you?
may i ask you a question?
i would like to make a deal with you.
so, uh ... were we having our first fight back there?
why does everyone think conflict is so bad?
were you looking at that girl?
we haven’t talked about this yet, but.... are you dating anyone?
we broke up about six months ago.
it was my first and last session.
you sound like you’ve just been hurt.
you’d like to think that you’re both in all this pain, but really, they’re just, “hey, i’m glad you’re gone.”
what? you wanna stop talking about this?
i saw a documentary on that.
what are you complaining about?
loving someone, and being loved, means so much to me.
i always make fun of it and stuff, but isn’t everything we dream in life a way to be loved a little more?
sometimes it seems silly, like it would ruin my whole life.
it’s not just a fear of commitment or that i’m incapable of caring or loving, because.. i can.
if there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something.
i know, it’s almost impossible to succeed... but who cares, really?
i think that’s when i fell for __.
he’s kind of tall and he’s a little clumsy.
i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away.
as the night went on, i began to like __ more and more.
i’m afraid they’re scared of me.
you know me, i’m the most harmless person. the only person i could really hurt is myself.
i think __ is crazy about you.
are you going to see __ again?
i didn’t wanna see anybody i knew. i just wanted to be a ghost, completely anonymous.
i thought everything i said sounded so stupid.
i feel like this is some dream world we’re in, you know?
after tomorrow morning, we’re probably never gonna see each other again, right?
you don’t think we’ll ever see each other again?
now let’s just be rational adults about this.
we’ll just make tonight great.
we should do some kind of handshake.
now the only thing we’re gonna think of is when we’re gonna have to say goodbye tomorrow.
we could say goodbye now. then we wouldn’t have to worry about it.
you’re gonna grab the glasses. i’m gonna get the wine.
for the greatest night in your life.
but i’m happy to be with you.
you couldn’t possibly know why a night like this is so important to my life right now.
do you think we’ll have others like this?
usually, it’s myself that i wish i could get away from.
being with you, uh, has made me feel like i was somebody else.
do you know what i want? to be kissed.
i don’t think we should sleep together.
i mean, i want to, but since we’re never gonna see each other again, it’ll make me feel bad.
i’ll wonder who else you’re with. i’ll miss you.
let’s see each other again.
no, i don’t want you to break our vow just so you can get laid.
i don’t wanna just get laid.
you don’t want to see me again?
listen. if somebody gave me the choice right now of to never see you again or to marry you? i would marry you.
people have gotten married for a lot less.
why do i make everything so complicated?
you have a dog? i love dogs.
i’m gonna take your picture so i never forget you.
i think it would be the opposite for me.
i think i can really fall in love when i know everything about someone.
have a great life. have fun with everything you’re gonna do.
all this bullshit we were talkin’ about about not seeing each other again? i don’t wanna do that.
i was waiting for you to say something.
i was afraid maybe you didn’t wanna see me.
listen, whaddya wanna do?
maybe we should meet here in five years or something.
five five years? that’s a long time.
it’s a train ride for you. i gotta fly all the way over here, but i’m gonna be here.
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