JOEL: Wait.
She stops and turns.
CLEMENTINE (
impatienly): What, Joel? What do you want?
JOEL (
at a loss): I don't know. Just wait. I just 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: Okay.
JOEL: Really?
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.
CELEMENTINE: But you will. You will think of these things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.
JOEL: Okay.
CLEMENTINE: Okay.