[Clementine and Joel have broken into an empty house on the Montauk beach]
Joel: I think we should go.
Clementine: No, it's our house! Just for tonight...
[she looks at an envelope on the counter]
Clementine: ...we are David and Ruth Laskin. Which one do you want to be? I prefer to be Ruth, but I'm flexible.
Clementine: You married?
Joel: No.
Clementine: Let's move into this neighborhood!
Joel: I do sorta live with someone though.
Clementine: Male or female?
Joel: What? Female... female...
Clementine: At least I'm not barking up the wrong
tree!
Clementine: I apply my personality in a paste.
[Hammering noises in the background]
Rob: Fuck!
Carrie: Rob, give it a rest.
Rob: Carrie, I am making a birdhouse.
Clementine: What are you, NUTS?
Joel: It's been suggested.
Clementine: I'm gonna marry you... I know it!
Joel: Ummm... okay...
Mary: I wanted to understand as much as I could about the procedure as possible... I think it's important for my job to understand the inner workings of the work that we do, well not that I do, but the work that is done by people where I also work, the work of my colleagues.
Frank: McRomance. Want some fries with that shake?