Clementine: Joely?

Joel: Yeah, Tangerine?

Clementine: Am I ugly?

Joel: Mm-mmm.

Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. Can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t 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.

Clementine: Joely, don’t ever leave me.

Joel: Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.

Please let me keep this memory. Just this one.

Clementine: I wanna hold your hand. Common.