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Blue Valentine

Cindy: [speaking about Cindy's ex-boyfriend] I wish you'd seen him so you wouldn't feel so bad. He's fat.
Dean: What do I care?
Cindy: I don't know.
Dean: What do I care if he's fat or not? What does that mean? Make me feel better?
Cindy: I don't know, 'cause he's a loser.

Dean: What does that have to do with me? Whether he's a loser or he's fat or not. What the fuck do I care?
Cindy: I don't... What?
Dean: What are you saying that for? That it would make me feel better, he's fat? So what? If he's in good shape then I wouldn't, I shouldn't feel good?
Cindy: I said the wrong

thing. I'm nervous. Okay?
Dean: What do you mean you're nervous?
Cindy: [stammers] I feel funny. Because you feel funny.
Dean: You're nervous because I feel funny? What does that mean?
Cindy: Yes. I feel like I said the wrong thing. I feel like I shouldn't have said anything.

Dean: Really, that's an option? You run into Bobby Ontario and it's an option not to tell me?
Cindy: I feel like you're upset and I upset you. And I'm sorry. And I said the wrong thing.
Dean: Baby... You do whatever you want.
Cindy: Okay. I'm sorry.
[holds Dean's hand, but he brushes it away]

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Mimi: Don't let him brainwash you!

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Dean: Hey, come here for a second or I'm gonna come in there. I'm gonna come in. Alright... I'm coming.
[follows Cindy back into centre]

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Dean: [Dean points to his jaw] You gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me?
Cindy: No, I'm not gonna hit you. You're the bad guy, not me, asshole.

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Cindy: You know what, this is why I don't talk to you. You go from here to here, in no time at all.
Dean: No, this is why, this is why you're talking to me - because I'm here. This is the only reason you're talking to me.

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Dean: You ever get that feeling?
Marshall: Yeah, like, you've seen her before and you just know her.
Dean: Yeah.
Marshall: It's a feeling. But, actually, you really don't know her.
Dean: I probably... I don't right?
Marshall: That's right.

Dean: It felt like I did, though.

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Dean: You know I'm not good enough for you.
Cindy: Stop it.
Dean: It's true. Baby, it's true.
Cindy: No, it's not.
Dean: It is true. But here's the thing...
Cindy: Don't. You're hurting my feelings. Don't say that.
Dean: But nobody is, you

know? So as long as that's the case, I want the job.

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Glenda: So, you don't see your mother?
Dean: No, I don't.
Glenda: Why? Not that it's any of my business, but...
Dean: No, I understand you asking. Um, I don't really talk about her very often, to be honest. But you know. She just, uh, when I was ten. So you know, my father and her just decided that it wasn't,

you know, gonna work out. And, uh, she, uh, she met somebody and I think that was that.

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Jerry: What do your folks do, Dean?
Dean: Well, um, I don't know. My mother, I don't know, to be honest, what she does. But, uh, my father is a janitor. And, uh, he's a very talented musician.
Glenda: What does he play?
Dean: Everything. He can kinda play a little bit of everything. He's one of those people.


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Jerry: Cindy doesn't usually bring her boyfriends home for dinner. So, uh, I'm thinking this might be serious.
Glenda: Don't listen to him.
Dean: I hope so.
Jerry: You hope so?
Dean: Yes, sir. I mean, I'm pretty serious.

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Jerry: Did you graduate from high school, Dean?
Dean: Well, sir, no I didn't. I didn't. But, you know, I didn't feel like there was a place for me there, to be honest. I didn't think high school was all that it was cracked up to be.

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Cindy: We're not good together. We're not good anymore. The way we treat each other.

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Dean: I got us a song. You know, like, our song that would be just for you and me. Because everybody's got songs, but they're lame and they all share them. You know? It's disgusting. Not us. We have our own song.
Cindy: We have our own song.