Silver Linings Playbook

“The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That’s guaranteed. I can’t begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. But guess what? Sunday’s my favorite day again. I think of what everyone did for me, and I feel like a very lucky guy.”

Like Crazy

I want you, I need you, I love you, I miss you... like crazy

Anna: (...) I'm an only child, so...
Jacob: Me too!
Anna: Yeah, so I'm quite close to them. But it's nice being away. I think it's important to get away from your... where you've grown up, for some of your life.
Jacob: I feel like leaving right now, actually. Let's go, where do you wanna go?

Jacob: Would you mind reading me something?
Anna: What do you want me to read?
Jacob: Something you wrote.
Anna: Ok. You're not allowed to laugh. I haven't read it out loud yet, so you'd be the first person... are you sure you wanna hear it?
Jacob: Mmhmm.
Anna: I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

Jacob: What are we gonna do after we graduate?
Anna: We... we'll sort something out. Don't think about it now... I'll come back and I'll get a work visa.
Jacob: I hate thinking about it.
Anna: I'm not gonna leave... promise.
Jacob: Ok.

(She wakes him up in the morning she's supposed to leave for the UK)
Anna: Jacob, I've made a decision. I'm gonna stay. I'm gonna stay for the summer and then I'll just go back for the summer and I'll come back after that.
Jacob: Anna, listen to me. As much as I'd like that you can't do that.
Anna: Why?
Jacob: You have a visa!
Anna: I can't go back. And we don't have to be sad, and we can have so much fun. And like today... we can stay in bed all summer.
Jacob: Ok. Oh man, Ok... ok...

(Jacob visits Anna in the UK)
Jacob: I just feel weird.
Anna: Why do you feel weird?
Jacob: I just feel kinda....
Anna: You feel weird? I hate it when you say you feel weird... why?
Jacob: This doesn't feel like I'm actually part of your life, I feel like I'm on a vacation. Well, I don't know, this is just how I feel, I don't know... It just feels weird, sometimes.
Anna: Well, would it be easier if you felt like you could see other people, when... we're not together?
Jacob: Is that what you wanna do?
(Anna shakes her head)
Jacob: Then why would you bring it up?
Anna: Because I don't want you to feel like you're not living your life properly, when we're not together.
Jacob: Are you attracted to other people?
Anna: No, I'm not attracted to other people.
Jacob: Why did you have to think about that?
Anna: Because it's a silly question.
Jacob: No, it's obviously not a silly question if you need to think about it.
Anna: I don't mean it like that, I don't meant that I'm attracted to other people... I just mean... it's just... hard to keep stopping and starting. And I'm sorry about my dad mentioning stuff cause that obviously disturbs you in some way...

(Anna's boss, Liz, in her office, talking to Anna)
Liz: So I read your thing. It's good. So, who's this person.
Anna: Umm... it's someone, that is... is very close to me. And, he's been quite an inspiration in my life and I almost... through my writing I want to give something back.

Yeah. When I was reading it made me...it just made me think about the fact that um... when...when I was working in New York at Nylon mag and my husband was in Los Angeles, and so he was driving across country. So on the way over he would take all these pictures of...of himself and the dog at various places. So I sent photo's of me and then we would put them all together and they're like this moment in time being separate but yet we were together in these photographs.
Anna: Well, I was going to say that it's a way of even, kind of, keeping you together.
Liz: Connecting.
Anna: Yeah. Now, there's the challenge.
Liz: Yeah, it's hard. It made me miss him more
(...)

(Jacob is at a party with Sam and Anna texts him for him to call her. He goes out and calls her)
Anna: I just have to say one thing and it's pretty important that you just listen to me. I just...it doesn't feel like this,this thing is gonna go away, it's always there. I can't, I can't get on with my life.
Jacob: We agreed!
Anna: I know, Jacob, but the things that we  have with each other that...that I don't have with any other person, with any other human being apart from you. We should be with each other, and I feel it so strongly, and I feel like it's right for us to get married. That's our only option now. I don't wanna have regrets about us and we can make this work if we do that. I spoke to Harry and he said it'll only take six months and then I can come back. And then we can be together. So will you just think about it for us. Just come for a few days and then we can make this work.

Sam: I know you talked to her.
Jacob: Yeah.
Sam: Yeah.
Jacob: Come here. (He holds her) You're such a nice giving caring human being. And.. it's not fair for you to have to experience things and be with someone that isn't fully there for you. And I'm sorry cause I have to go to London. I'm so sorry, Sam.
Sam: I love you (crying).
Jacob: I'm sorry, Sam.

(Anna and Jacob are in a hotel room on their wedding night)
Anna: We have to wait, patiently.
Jacob: For six months.
Anna: I hate six months.... It's all gonna be ok.
Jacob: Six months.

Garden State

So, this is my favorite movie of all times. I feel so strongly for this movie that it makes it very hard to even state a comment without being biased, so I'll let you see it by yourselves. If you haven't seen it, please cancel all your plans for tonight! ;)

(Large is riding his motorcycle and gets pulled over by a cop)

Kenny (cop): Put your hands on your head, please.

Andrew Largeman: What?

Kenny: I said put your motherfucking hands on your head! Please. (Cop approaches) Eighty-two in a 25! What are you gonna tell me, you're late or just tired?

Andrew Largeman: I was...

Kenny: Shut the fuck up! (looks at him) Largeman!

Andrew Largeman: Kenny?

Kenny: Holy shit! Oh, man. How you doing?

Andrew Largeman: I'm... I'm great.

Kenny:  Your mom just died!

Andrew Largeman: I know.

Kenny: I mean, that's why you're home.

Andrew Largeman: Yeah. Yup. You're a cop, Kenny?

Kenny:  Yeah, I know. I know.

Andrew Largeman: Why?

Kenny: I don't know. Couldn't think of anything better to do. No, but it's really cool though, man. People really listen to you. I mean... they have to! Yo, and check this shit out. (pulls out his gun) That's the safety.

Andrew Largeman: Oh, cool.

Kenny: And plus, the benefits, man. If I get shot, I'm like...rich!

Andrew Largeman: But, Kenny, the last time I saw you, you were doing coke lines off a urinal.

Kenny: (covers his ears and with an idiotic face sings) # La, la, la, la ## No, I had to grow up, man. It's time to grow up. Plus, I wasn't making shit in that fish market. No one knew who I was, couldn't get laid. It's a much better situation for me, man. Speaking of which, um, how'd I do?

Andrew Largeman: What do you mean?

Kenny: I don't know. You know, just the whole...

Andrew Largeman: You mean, like, as a cop?

Kenny:  Yeah. The whole, "Shut the fuck up!"

Andrew Largeman: Well, I thought you were a dick, so I guess that's good.

Kenny: Nice. So, what the fuck, man? You're this huge movie star now? I heard you did some...you played a big football player or something. I didn't see it.

Andrew Largeman:  It was just this thing...

Kenny:  Fucking De Niro and shit.

Andrew Largeman: What?

Kenny: He's awesome.

Andrew Largeman: Yeah.

Kenny: Deer Hunter?

Andrew Largeman: Yeah.

Kenny: Man, we should sit down and we should talk... because I've got some really good ideas for movies. You could play me and shit. Poof!Stories from the Force.

Andrew Largeman: Yeah.Yeah, definitely. That sounds good.

(Tim, Mark, Mark’s mom and Andrew at the kitchen table)

Mark's Mom: Tim can speak Klingon.

Tim: No, I can’t.

Mark's Mom: Yes, you can.

Mark: What the fuck is Klingon?

Andrew: Like the ‘Star Treck’ guys?

Mark's Mom: Yeah, he can speak their language.

Tim: She’s kidding.

Mark's Mom: No, I’m not… Why are you being shy?

Mark: Yeah, don’t be shy, Tim.

Tim: It’s just… It’s made up. This guy who works as a wizard at work is a Trekkie.. I don’t…

Mark’s Mom:  Don't be shy, Tim, tell them what you said to me last night.

Tim: No...

Mark: Say what you said to her last night!

Tim: [In Klingon] Kentar petiki maia, al fooksu.

Mark: You gotta be kidding me.

Mark's Mom: It means " I like to mate after battle."

Tim: That isn't what I said.

Mark's Mom: Yeah...

Tim: No, that wasn't the one I said! This one means "Kill Kirk".... and also, "hallelujah", depending on the context...

(With Sam at the waiting room, in the clinic)

Sam: I recognize you.
Andrew: Oh, did you go to Columbia High?
Sam: No, not from high school, from TV. Did you play the retarded quarterback?
Andrew: Yeah.
Sam: Are you really retarded?
Andrew: No.
Sam: Cool. Great job, man. I mean, I thought you were really retarded. You’re just as good as that Corky kid, and he’s actually retarded. I mean, if there’s some sort of, like, retarded Oscars, you would win, like, hands down, kick his ass.

 ...

Sam: Oh, my God. That scene… That last scene... where you give the speech to the whole stadium...  and your dad... oh, your dad gives you the thumbs up.  Aw. That was, like...  That was emotional.  So, you got anything else coming out?

Andrew Largeman: No. You know, I'm auditioning...

Sam:  I can't believe you're not really retarded.

Doctor: You know, our bodies are capable of doing some very funny things... when they're consumed with stress and anxiety. Uh... I found my ex-best friend's cuff links in my wife's purse. I couldn't get an erection for a year and a half...for example.

Andrew Largeman: Do you lie a lot?
Sam: What do you consider a lot?
Andrew Largeman: Enough for people to call you a liar.
Sam: People call me lots of things..
Andrew Largeman: Is one of them liar?
Sam: I could say no but how would you know I’m not lyin'?

Andrew Largeman: I could choose to trust you.

Sam: Can you do that?

Andrew Largeman: I can try.

(Large and Sam standing in front of Sam’s house, about to get in)

Sam: Okay. You ready?

Andrew Largeman: I'll be fine. Am I the first boy you've ever brought home?

Sam: No. But, um...  I lied to you before when I told you my boyfriend drives a Ninja.

Andrew Largeman:  He doesn't drive a bike?

Sam:  No, I don't have a boyfriend. But, you know, he might drive a Ninja. Wherever he is.

Andrew Largeman: Wow. We're off to a great start.

Sam: OK, so, sometimes I lie... I mean, I'm weird man. About random stuff too. I don't even know why I do it. It's like... it's like a tick. I mean, sometimes I hear myself say something and think, "Wow, that wasn't even remotely true".

Andrew Largeman: So, how do people know what’s real?

Sam: Well, I always feel bad afterward and admit them when they’re lies. Can you trust that?

Andrew Largeman: Open the door.

(Large and Sam in Sam’s room)

Sam: You're, like, so freaked out right now. You're running for the door. It's okay. You can go. Don't feel bad. It's really...

Andrew Largeman:  Stop doing that.

Sam:  What?

Andrew Largeman: The whole thing you just did. I wanna be here. If I didn't, I wouldn't be. Trust me, my family is way more fucked up than yours. Okay?

Sam: Ok. And this is Tickle.

Andrew Largeman:  What is Tickle?

Sam: Tickle's my favorite thing in the whole world. It's all that's left of Nanny, my blanket.

Andrew Largeman:  Tickle's all that remains.

Sam:  Mm-hmm.

Andrew Largeman: Was there like a hurricane or something?

Sam:  Shut up. No, I mean, I've had this since I was a baby. It's what they brought me home in from the hospital.

Andrew Largeman:  It's like the Wailing Wall.

Sam:  What?

Andrew Largeman:  Uh, the Wailing Wall is like this, uh...It's like the most holy place for Jews to go and pray in Israel. It's all that's left of this enormous temple that was destroyed by the Romans.

Sam:  So you're like really Jewish.

Andrew Largeman: What?

Sam: You are, aren't you? You are.

Andrew Largeman:  No, I'm not. I mean, I'm Jewish, but I'm not really Jewish. I don't do anything Jewish. I don't go to temple or anything. But I don't know any Jews

that go to temple. The Jews I know, they go on one day. It's Yom Kippur, the Day of Repentance.

Sam: Okay.

Andrew Largeman: Did you know that most temples are built with moveable walls... so that on the one day of the year when everyone comes to repent... they can actually make the room big enough to hold everyone?

Sam: I don't really believe in God.

Andrew Largeman:  Just Tickle.

Sam:  Oh, I believe in Tickle.

Sam: You know what I do when I feel completely unoriginal?

Andrew Largeman: What?

Sam: (stands up and makes these very ridiculous movements) # La, blah, blah Blah, la, la ## I make a noise or I do something that no one has ever done before. And then I can feel unique again even if it's only for like a second.

Andrew Largeman: So, no one's ever done that?

Sam:  No, not in this spot. No. You just witnessed a completely original moment in history.  It's refreshing. You should try it.

Andrew Largeman: Oh, no. Thanks.

Sam:  No, come on.

Andrew Largeman:  I think that was good enough for both of us.

Sam: Come on. What are you, shy? This is your one opportunity to do something... that no one has done before and that no one will copy again throughout human existence. A-And if nothing else, you'll be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing.

(Sam and Large while burying Jelly)

Andrew Largeman: Didn't really know you, Jelly. From what I hear, you were a good pet.  Little trouble with the wheel but...

Sam:  That's not funny. Jelly, you were a great pet.  I'm sorry I forgot to take the wheel out of your cage. I'm so, so sorry about that. Good-bye. I hope that you liked me.

Andrew Largeman: I don't know. It was the only thing I ever liked doing. Pretending to be someone else. I've been so out of it lately, the only parts I get offered are playing handicapped people.

Sam: That is not funny. Oh, come on. You gotta see that's a joke.If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you'd like.

Andrew Largeman:  All right, so what are we laughing at you about?

Sam: Mm. I lied again.  I have epilepsy.

Andrew Largeman: Which part are we laughing about?

Sam:  I, um... I had a seizure at the law office where I work. And they told me their insurance wouldn't cover me unless I wore preventative covering.

Andrew Largeman: What's preventative covering?

Sam: The helmet I was wearing. Oh, come on! That's funny. That's really funny. I mean, I'm the only person who wears a helmet to work... who isn't, like, putting out fires, or, like, racing for NASCAR. Well, what do you do? I mean, I can't quit. Their insurance is amazing.  What do you do? You laugh, you know? I'm not saying I don't cry. But in-between, I laugh. And I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. Feels pretty good.

Andrew Largeman: I haven't cried since I was a little kid. I didn't cry at my mother's funeral. I tried, you know? I thought of all the saddest things I could think of. Like, things in movies, this...There's this image from Life magazine that's always haunted me. I just focused in on it, you know? But nothing came.That actually made me sadder than anything... the fact that I just felt so numb.

Sam: What do you mean?

Andrew Largeman: Just that...

(Sam and Large at the pool)

Andrew Largeman: There's a handful of normal kid things I kind of missed.

Sam:  There's a handful of normal kid things I kind of wish I'd missed.

Andrew Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your shit that idea of home is gone.

Sam: I still feel at home in my house.

Andrew Largeman: You'll see when you move out. It just sort of happens one day, one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I don't know maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

(Jesse, Mark, Large and Sam in front of the fireplace)

Sam: Why did they send you away?

Jesse: Oh. Listen to this girl.

Andrew Largeman: They didn't "send me away."

Mark: You just said they sent you away.

Andrew Largeman: I mean, they sent me away. They sent me to boarding school. "Sent me away" sounds like I went to some asylum or something. There were no straps involved.

Sam: Why did they send you to boarding school?

Andrew Largeman: They sent me to boarding school because... they thought I might be dangerous.  "Oh, are you freaked out? You're like running for the door. You can go. It's okay. Don't feel bad."

Sam: That's really funny. It's really funny. Why would they think you'd be dangerous?

Jesse:  You're like a little detective.

Andrew Largeman:  Want to know?

Sam: Yeah.

Mark: You're gay.

Andrew Largeman: No. Drumroll. I was the reason she was in a wheelchair. I pushed her. So there that is.

Sam: Shut up!

Mark:  Fuck off.

Andrew Largeman:  No. That's the truth.

Sam: Why?

Andrew Largeman: It was just a complete freak accident, you know? It's one of those things you replay a million times in your head and you see how clearly it was just a complete freak thing.  My-My whole life, she was depressed for no reason. And... one day, you know...I was a little kid. I was nine years old...and I just hated her for that. And... I pushed her. And it was innocent. I was just completely frustrated. 'Cause...

Sam: 'Cause you couldn't make her happy?

Andrew Largeman:  Yeah! Fuck, yeah! And any other time, you know...any other day, she would have just yelled at me and sent me to my room. But this day... on this particular day the door of the dishwasher had fallen open the latch on it was broken. And it would just randomly fall open. That fuckin' latch, you know. It's really amazing how much of my life has been determined by a quarter-inch piece of plastic. But... So, anyway, she, uh... she fell back over the door... and, uh, hit her neck on the kitchen counter, paralyzing her from the waist down.

Sam: Wow.

Andrew Largeman:  Still want to compare fucked-up families?

Jesse: But your mom was in the wheelchair long before you left.

Andrew Largeman: Yeah. Well, I was nine. So they sent me to therapy and put me on these drugs...  that were supposed to "curb my anger", and I've been on some form of them ever since.  And when I was 16, my psychiatrist dad came around to the conclusion that it probably wasn't the best environment for me to be growing up in, so he sent me to boarding school. And I haven't been home since.

Sam: Until now.

Mark:  For her funeral.

Andrew Largeman: Till now for her funeral.

Jesse:  I can't believe the retarded quarterback's a pill-popper.

(Sam and Large alone in front of the fireplace)

Sam: You're in it right now, aren't you?

Andrew Largeman: What do you mean?

Sam: My mom always says that when she can see... I'm, like, working something out in my head, she's like, "You're in it right now." And I'm lookin' at you, and you're...

telling me that story, and you're definitely in it right now.

Andrew Largeman:  I think you're right. I am in it. Okay. I mean, whatever. All right. Can we just change the subject, okay? Let's just... Let's just talk about good stuff.

Sam:  Good stuff?

Andrew Largeman: Yeah, like "glass half-full" shit. What do you got?

Sam:  Got a little buzz. Got that. What you got?

Andrew Largeman:  I got a little buzz goin'. And I like you. So there's that. I guess I have that.

(Mark, Sam and Large, while looking for Large’s farewell surprise)

Andrew Largeman: I think we've corrupted this innocent girl enough for one day!

Sam: I'm not innocent.

Andrew Largeman: Yes, you are. That's what I like about you, okay? And I don't want this guy taking you to some sketchy quarry in the middle of Newark to find crack whores huffing turpentine or pitbulls raping each other, or whatever else is down here!

Mark: Man, that's the most worked up I've ever seen you.

Sam: He's protecting me.

Andrew Largeman: So?

Sam: He likes me!

Andrew Largeman: Don't be cute.

Sam: He's my knight in shining armor.

Andrew Largeman: Don't talk about knights around Mark. It's a sore subject.

Mark: I'm gonna kill that motherfucker.

Andrew Largeman: Pun intended?

[From "Interior Ark - Part One" Deleted Scene on DVD]

Albert: Well, we think it's important.

Andrew: Why? What is it that you think you're going to find?

Albert: I don't know. Um, it's exciting. New frontiers are hard to come by these days. I guess... I guess I just like the idea of discovering something, of doing something that's completely unique, that's never been done before.

Andrew: Albert's Abyss.

Albert: Well, maybe. Who knows? But, uh, I used to think all that stuff mattered, that it would only matter if I could put my name on it, that somehow that would prove that I had lived, that I was here, you know? "I did that, that's mine, I got this plate on my travels," but you know what? That's all ego. None of that really matters. If, at the end of the day, I get to be with her, if... If I get to be with this person right here and our beautiful baby, then that's all I need. Just having felt that, if I die in an hour, I know I've lived.

Andrew: You know, my whole life I've had that same anxiety, that if I didn't, like, save something, or discover something, or...

Sam: Save something from being discovered?

Andrew: Yeah, you know, that I'll have somehow wasted my time here, and somewhere whatever force created us would resent me for it.

Albert: Well, I think that that force would rather remind you that breathing is all it takes to be a miracle.

(Andrew and Sam are talking in the bathtub)
Andrew Largeman: It’s funny, this umm, this necklace reminds me of this really random memory of my mother. I was a little kid, and I was crying for whatever reason, and she was cradling me, rocking me back and forth, and I can just remember the silver balls floating around. And there was, like, snot running down my nose, right? And she offered me her sleeve - and told me to blow my nose into it. And I can remember, even as a little kid, thinking to myself: This is love...this is love.

 ...

Andrew Largeman: Fuck, this hurts so much.

Sam: I know it hurts. But it's life, and it's real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's sorta all we have. How are you feelin'?

Andrew Largeman: Safe. When I'm with you I feel so safe. Like I'm home.

(Large goes to talk to his dad in the middle of the night) 

Andrew’s dad: I'm sure you can find lots of things in your life... that you can be angry about. But what I do not understand is why you're so angry at me. All I ever wanted was for everyone to be happy again. That's all I ever wanted.

Andrew Largeman:  When were we all ever happy, Dad? You always say that, but when was that? When was this time that we were all so happy? 'Cause I don't have it in my memory. Maybe if I did, I could help steer us back there. But I just... You know, you and I need to work on being okay, if that's not in the cards for us.

Andrew’s dad: Well, we might have a shot at it...if you can forgive yourself

for what you did.

Andrew Largeman: What I did. What I did. Okay, let's-let's do it. Okay, we're here, right? Le-Let's do it! I'm gonna forgive myself for what I did. Are you ready? I was a little boy, and somebody made a shitty latch. That's what I think. That's what I think about the whole thing, okay? And I'm not gonna take those drugs anymore. They left me completely fuckin' numb.  I have felt so fucking numb to everything I have experienced in my life, okay? And for that... For that, I'm here to forgive you. You always said all you wanted was for us to have whatever it is we wanted. Maybe what Mom wanted more than anything was for it to all be over.  And for me... what I want more than anything in the world is for it to be okay with you for me to feel something again. Even if it's pain.

Andrew’s dad: Well, you're going against your doctor's recommendation. That's a pretty weighty experiment to take on, don't you think?

Andrew Largeman:  This is my life, Dad.This is it. I spent 26 years waiting for something else to start. So, no, no, I don't think it's too much to take on... because it's

everything there is. I see now it's all there is. You and I are going to be okay. You know that, right? We may not be as happy as you always dreamed we would be, but… for the first time, let's just allow ourselves to be whatever it is we are. And that'll be better, okay? I think that'll be better.

(Large and Sam at the airport. They’re sitting on some stairs and he’s about to leave.)

Andrew Largeman: What are you thinking about?

Sam: You’re not coming back are you?

Andrew Largeman: Come on, Sam, of course I am.

Sam: You don’t realize this is good. This doesn’t happen often in your life, ya know? I mean this…we can work this stuff out. I want to help you, you know. We need each other. I haven’t even lied in like two days.

Andrew Largeman: Is that true?

Sam: No.

Andrew Largeman: Look, this isn’t a conversation about this being over. It’s… it’s…I’m not like putting a period at the end of this, you know. I’m putting like an ellipsis on it. Cause I’m worried that if I don’t go figure myself out, if I don’t go like land on my own two feet, I’m just gonna fuck this whole thing up. And this is too important. I gotta go, I gotta go… I fired my psychiatrist, I gotta go find a new one. Look, I’m gonna call you when I get there. I’m gonna call you…look at me. Look at me. You changed my life. You changed my life and I’ve known you four days. This is the beginning of something really big. But right now I gotta go. Come here. (Hugs and kisses her and then leaves)

(Sam is inside a phone booth crying desperately and Andrew finds her and opens the booth door)

Sam: what are you doing?

Andrew: You remember that idea I had about working stuff out on my own and then finding you once I had stuff figured out?

Sam: The ellipsis?

Andrew: Yeah, the ellipsis. It’s dumb. It’s dumb, it’s an awful idea and I’m not gonna do it, okay? Cause like you said this is it. This is life. And I’m in love with you, Samantha. I think that’s the only thing I’ve ever been really sure of my entire life. I’m really messed up right now and I got a whole lotta stuff I gotta work out, but I don’t wanna waste anymore of my life without you in it, okay?

Sam: Yeah.

Andrew: And I think I can do this. I mean I want to. I mean we have to right?

Sam: Yeah. Yes!

Andrew: So what do we do? What do we do?

More about 'Garden State'

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats. 1795–1821

MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,	5
But being too happy in thine happiness,
That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.	10
O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South!	15
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stainèd mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:	20
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,	25
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs;
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.	30
Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,	35
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.	40
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmèd darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;	45
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.	50
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,	55
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—
To thy high requiem become a sod.	60
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path	65
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.	70
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades	75
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?	80

Because I loved the movie so much (The Romantics, that is) I had to post this poem. It's moving, really.

The Romantics

This movie is very high in my list. I find it really profound and truly believe that it uncovers some universal truths about love and relationships. So, thumbs up!!!

(In Laura's car)
Tripler: Oh my God! I had to get out of there. Desperate situation. Alright. Truth. Have I gotten obese? Tell me the truth.

Laura: Are we gonna start that already?

Tripler: Just tell me the truth. You can’t lie for shit.

Laura: You look revolting, head to toe.

Tripler: Good cause you’ve never looked worse in your life. (They both smile) Oh babe! (They hug)

Laura: Trip. You always know what to say.

Tripler: I think this occasion calls for a drink.

Laura: Yeah, yeah. A couple.

(Laura alone in her room practicing her speech)

Laura: Lila Hayes is not my friend. Lila Hayes is my sister. Lila and I have shared many things: Rooms, clothes, study notes, boyfriends... Lila Hayes is the luckiest girl in the world. She has beauty, intelligence, a killer backhand,m boobs I would kill for. She is graced with all these things. And she's brought us all here tonight to celebrate her greatest accomplishment... love.

(In the park rehearsing for the wedding)

Augusta: Husbands will go with wives, fiancées with fiancées. And Laura, you'll go with Chip.

(Lila and her mother talking at the rehearsal dinner while they watch the groom at the beach staring at the ocean)

Augusta: That's funny, isn't it?

Lila: What's funny?

Augusta: I don't know, just the way he's standing there like that.

Lila: What's funny about it?

Augusta: Ok, well maybe funny is the wrong word, but... strange. It's a little strange. Don't you think?

Lila: What about it is strange?

Augusta: The way he's staring out to sea like a lovesick sailor.

Lila: He's a groom. Grooms get nervous.

Augusta: Of course.

Lila: Mother please don't.

Augusta: You know what I think.

Lila: Yes, I know what you think.

Augusta: And... perhaps you'll permit me to say it.

Lila: I know you will, regardless.

Augusta: He has to love you more, Lila.

Lila: More than what? More than whom?

Augusta: More than you love him. That's the only way marriage works.

Lila: Leave him alone!

(At the rehearsal dinner)

Laura: Lila is graced with beauty and intelligence and determination. Lila and I were roommates in college.I was from the Midwest, she was from the East Coast. My first memory is, we were both on Old Campus in line for our college IDs and freshmen. And all of a sudden this stranger comes up to me and says: "You know we're gonna have these IDs for the rest of the year, right?" And, I said, "Yes". And then she goes: "Well, didn't you bring your make up?" So when she painted me up with Lancome's best, I knew we were gonna be good friends. And, yet, it was touch and go at first, but we realized that our differences made us stronger, you know? We got the nickname 'La-La' because we loved each other. And we loved our friends. Our friends got the nickname 'The Romantics'. Because of our incestuous dating history. Umm... We... we were just in love with each other. Because that's what friends do. They fall in love with each other. And they fall out of love and they fall back in love and this happens over and over again for the rest of their lives. The fact that Tom and Laura... (she gets really nervous) The fact that Tom and Lila found each other is exceptional, because they are both exceptional people. And I wish them all of the joy in the world. To their glittering future!

Tom: I liked your speech.

Laura: Thank you.

Tom: I did. It was good. You were nervous but it was good.

Laura: Congratulations!

Tom: Thank you. Look I'm sorry.

Laura: It's OK. It was necessary.

Tom: Yeah, it was for the best.

Laura: You know what? It was easier than I thought it was gonna be.

Tom: Really? Really, cause I thought it was harder than I... it was harder than I thought it was gonna be. (...) So you miss me?

Laura: Not for a second.

Minnow: Are you nervous?

Lila: I'm terrified.

Minnow: You are?

Lila: Yep. To the bone.

Minnow: About what?

Lila: I'm not sure Tom can... I'm not sure Tom... I'm not sure Tom is...

Minnow: Not sure Tom is what?

Lila: I'm... I'm just not sure.

Minnow: Does he make you feel beautiful?

Lila: Yes.

Minnow: Does he make you feel safe?

Lila: Most of the time.

Minnow: Does he make you feel special?

Lila: Don't be a dork.

Minnow: You know, like you're his most interesting person.

Lila: Yes, yes. He does. You know what? This is dumb. Let's just forget it.

Laura: Why are you here?

Tom: I don’t know. Just thought that I would swim halfway across the bay at the chance to be alone with you.

Laura: You’re so full of it.

Tom: I’m totally serious.

Tom: I owe you an apology.

Laura: Ok... let’s not talk about it.

Tom: So you… you forgive me?

Laura: I wouldn’t push your luck. You know a heads up would’ve been nice. You know nothing… nothing major, just… just a quick email. You know, “Hey Laura. I know I saw you last night and countless others over the last ten years, and not excluding the four years we dated in college and the year we got back together to try again and the handful of times that we’ve slept together since but you know that Lila and I are together now. And though I’ve struggled endlessly with this predicament, I think we both know the inevitable here, so don’t be surprised when she calls you and asks you to be her maid of honor”. Or you know what? This is another approach. Less direct, but same effect. “Hey Laura, great seeing you last night. Great movie, great meal, great sex, but the problem is greatness makes me sick. I’ll see you at the wedding”. You know on the other hand, I mean. Look ten years of a loving friendship and sporadic, incredible sex, scattered with nights so fun, they explain the evolutionary purpose of talking. You know not to mention the times that we’ve clocked together. Listening to music. You know, driving with no destination. I guess this, this beautiful mess is best ended without notification. Probably better.

Tom: I’m sorry.

Laura: Don’t be. It was a gift. An act of cowardice so complete, disqualifies a person from consideration.

Tom: I tried to do what I thought was right, ok? It’s not like I came at this lightly.

Laura: Oh, no.

Tom: Laura, you’re the one that broke up with me.

Laura: Fuck you.

Tom: I was a lifeguard in highschool, you remember that?

Laura: Yeah, I remember.

Tom: It was my favorite summer job.

Laura: You and every other guy in America.

Tom: I would sit in that chair itching, itching to get out, dying to get into the water. And after eight hours my shift would end and I would make a break for it. But as soon as I got into the water, the strangest thing happened. I would start to panic.

Laura: Ambivalence is a disease, you know. An actual mental illness.

Tom: That’s not funny.

Laura: Let me guess, when you were a kid you would order chocolate ice cream, then immediately wish you’d gotten vanilla?

Tom: That’s not what I’m talking about.

Laura: No, I get it. You’re torn between two women.

Tom:  What I’m trying to say is… I’m afraid of the ocean.

Laura: I’ll remember that the next time I swim on your clock.

Tom: You think you have kind of a special gift for knowing what is in my heart, Laura?

Laura: No, no, I think we both do for each other.

Tom: Has it ever occurred to you that I might need a woman like Lila?

Laura: And what kind of woman is that?

Tom: I don’t know, somebody happy.

Laura: Meaning numb?

Tom: Somebody practical.

Laura: Meaning busy?

Tom: Somebody confident.

Laura: Meaning rich?

Tom: Somebody stable.

Laura: Meaning frigid?

Tom: Someone who doesn’t tear other people down to build herself back up.

Laura: In other words your polar opposite.

Tom: Yeah, yeah maybe.

Laura: Well, haven’t you heard? Opposites attract and then they bore each other to death.

Tom: You know, boring is better than maddening.

Laura: I’d rather die of excitement.

(She walks away from him)

Tom: Hey, hey, hey. (Goes after her).

Laura: (Turning around) Do you remember that paper, junior year?

Tom: Yeah, of course. ‘The Hopeless Romantics: Misconceptions of a Movement’.

Laura: Yeah. Only you could start a 50 page paper the night before.

Tom: And still get an A-minus.

Laura: Because I wrote it.

Tom: You maybe wrote half of it.

Laura: Ode to a Nightingale: A love song to inspiration.

Tom: The Romantics weren’t writing about love, they were writing about religion.

Laura: Then I’m not sure I know the difference. “Forlorn. The very word is like a bell tolling me back from thee to my sole self”. What’s the next line?

Tom: I can’t remember.

Laura: Liar.

Tom: Anybody can make a big romantic gesture, all right? The question is: What happens after? Do you remember? Do you remember what you said to me that night?

Laura: Yeah, I remember everything.

Tom: So, what’d you say?

Laura: I said it was the perfect night.

Tom: You said it was the perfect night.

Laura: So?

Tom: So? How do I top that?

Laura: We had so much fun.

Tom: We had so much fun.

Laura: So what’s the problem with that?

Tom: The problem is, every time we had one of these amazing nights, I would wake up the next morning in a freaking panic. So why don’t we just spare each other a mundane life of crushing disappointment, and just do it with somebody else.

Laura: That is the weakest excuse I have ever heard. Just say you are in love with Lila.

Tom: Say what? Want me to say that I want to marry you? That I’m gonna spend the next 50 years regretting this very moment?

Laura: You inspired me.

Tom: You inspired me too.

Laura: Then we were supposed to be together.

Tom: I know.

Laura: I’m gonna go and I’m gonna tell everyone that you’re ok.

Tom: But I’m not. I’m not ok.

Laura: You chose this. (She walks away)

(Tom goes to Lila's room late at night after his talk with Laura)

Lila: What are you doing here?

Tom: We need to talk.

Lila: Honey, I’m superstitious.

Tom: Please, just let me in.

Lila: What’s the matter? Did something happen? You’re having a pre-wedding panic attack?

Tom: Don’t patronize me, ok? Lila I love you.

Lila: I love you too.

Tom: Yeah, but why?

Lila: Cause you’re smart. And charming, and handsome. And you make me feel safe and happy. And, when I’m with you, even the most tedious things are fun and exciting. And you’re a very good kisser.

Tom: Thank you.

Lila: It’s true. Why do you love me?

Tom: That’s the thing. I don’t know.

Lila: I’m sorry. What?

Tom: I’m so confused right now, I…

Lila: You’re not doing this now.

Tom: Why not now? Isn’t now better than later?

Lila: Ok. I’ll tell you why you love me. Because you need me.

Tom: We’re so different.

Lila: Yes, we are. And when you’re not behaving like a total freak, it’s what makes us work.

Tom: Ok, you’re patronizing me again.

Lila: No, I’m not.

Tom: Why is emotion some kind of a mental illness with you?

Lila: It is if you indulge in it all the time. Don’t you think I wanna freak out? Don’t you think I wanna lose my shit? Why do you get to be the one that drinks too much, that says scandalous things, that has wild mood swings? Has it ever occurred to you that those are freedoms afforded to you by me? Has it ever occurred to you that my emotions are just as intense? I just work harder to control them.

Tom: But why? You don’t have to. I wish that you would lose it more.

Lila: Who? Who should I lose it to? My mom? My brother? You? Take a look around Tom. Somebody’s gotta keep their cool. (She screams out loud, insanely and then takes a deep breath) I just… I need you to hold it together for another 12 hours. Can you do that for me?

Tom: Yeah, I think so.

Lila: Ok. Now go find Pete and Jake and have a good talk before you cause us any more bad luck.

Tom: Ok.

(The bridesmaids are helping Lila get ready for the wedding and Laura enters the room with the bouquets and hands Lila the flowers)

Lila: There you are. Thank goodness. I was starting to think you’d run off with those. Minnow?

Laura: I’m sorry.

Lila: It’s fine. You were just in time.

Laura: No, not about the flowers. I saw Tom last night.

Lila: That’s nice. Did you get a chance to catch up?

Laura: I found him when he was missing.

Lila: Guess those years as a Girl Scout paid off.

Laura: No, he wasn’t lost. He was hiding.

Lila: I know all about his meltdown.

Laura: That’s not what I mean.

(Augusta enters the room)

Augusta: Honey you look so beautiful. Girls, it’s time to process. Let’s go.

Lila: (Ignoring her mother and looking at Laura) What do you mean? (Minnow takes her mother out of the room)

Laura: I mean he wasn’t alone last night. He was with me. We were together.

Lila: Why are you telling me this right now? This doesn’t concern me.

Laura: It doesn’t?

Lila: Laura…

Weesie: Trip why don’t we go… (They keep talking as they leave the room, as they perceive how tense the situation is)

Lila: He’s a groom. I’d be concerned if he wasn’t a wreck the night before his wedding.

Laura: If he was in love with someone else, would that concern you?

Lila: Laura, this chapter is over.

Laura: Li, I love him.

Lila: Yes, and I feel sorry for you.

Laura: You know I have tried to change these feelings. I’ve done everything. Other guys, other towns, other jobs. And they say that it gets easier with time, but it doesn’t. If anything, if more time passes, the more I miss him.

Lila: Unrequited love is the perfect romantic construct. It allows two cowardly people to act out a fantasy of love without having to face any real consequences.

Laura: Li, you know he feels the same way. He always has and you know that.

Lila: You are my maid of honor!

Laura: Yeah. And I have done anything I possibly can to fulfill that obligation. I thought that I could get through this. I did. But I can’t, and he can’t either. He doesn’t want this either.

Lila: You remember sophomore year? The Lit Christmas party when you wore my dress? The red one I bought especially for the event? You took that too, without asking. And then when I went to get ready for the event my dress was missing.

Laura: Oh you know what? I picked that dress out. When we were on Chapel Street, we saw it in the window of Nelly’s and you remember I picked it out and then you went back and you bought it. I was the editor of Lit. It was my night, it was my occasion.

Lila: Or the time I got the apple tattoo and then a week later you got the same one?

Laura: You saw me draw that in 19^th century novel, ok? And then, all of a sudden you show up and you have it branded on your tailbone.

Lila: Freshman, sophomore, every year of college, when I provided you months of meticulous notes hours before the finals, you feel entitled to my things because you want them!

Laura: Mine! Mine!! Yeah, fine. You win Lila. You provided my with the meticulous study notes. But you know what? I inspired your best ideas. And when you got together with Tom, senior spring, I was still dating him.

Lila: (Really exasperated) Why are you doing this to me right now!!?

Laura: Because you’re about to marry a man and I don’t think you should.

Lila: You just can’t bear to see me happy and so you have to trash it with your emotions.

Laura: No, Li. You deserve to be with someone who’s in love with you, totally and completely.

Lila: How dare you try to pass this off as an act of friendship? This is sabotage.

Laura: No, this takes courage.

Lila: Courage? That’s funny.

Laura: I am not trying to hurt you.

Lila: Yes, you are. That is your intention. This has nothing to do with Tom. It’s about me and you and your envy!

Laura: (She kind of laughs showing that she can’t believe what she’s just heard) No. You can’t do this.. You can’t. You can’t bully me anymore. Obviously, I am torn. And as your friend, I do want what is best for you. But I can’t keep putting you ahead of me forever.

Lila: My God, you’re delusional. You actually believe you are entitled to my fiance. This is not a difficult or complicated situation, Laura. This is very simple. I won and you’re jealous.

Laura: Jealous? No. I pity you. Your groom is in love with another woman.

Lila: He asked me to marry him. Not you. All this is, certainly tragic. Debatably interesting, but it really doesn’t matter anymore, because he’s marrying me in ten minutes.

Laura: Li, he cheated on you.

Lila: No. You did. (She briskly lifts her dress) Oh my God! Can I move yet?? (She leaves the room)

(At the wedding)
Tom: Lila... Lila... When I look... Lila, when I look at you I'm speechless. I literally have nothing to say... You know I... If I..
Tripler: (Whispering) Did you feel that?
Weesie: No, I didn't.
Tom: Lila, words fail the depth and complexity of my feelings for you. I need canons of literature, unwritten books, an entirely new language. But the thing is, without words, I have nothing. I have nothing. You know I.. If I...
Lila: Maybe I should say it for you.
(It starts raining and everybody runs to the house, except from Tom and Laura who stand there, look at each other and start laughing)

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