...But then I, I had these dreams.
CELINE:
.....You know, it's not even that. I was, I was fine until I read your fucking book. It stirred shit up, you know? It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and, now it's like I don't believe in anything that relates to love. I don't feel things for people anymore. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night and I was never able to feel all this again. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you. It made me feel cold, like your love wasn't for me.
JESSE:
I don't, I don't belive that. I don't believe that.
CELINE:
You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It's funny. Every single of my exes, they're now married. Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married. And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is.
JESSE:
Oh, God....
CELINE:
And that I taught them to care and respect women.
JESSE:
Yeah, I think I'm one of those guys.
CELINE:
You know, I wanna kill them! Why didn't they ask me? I would have said no, but they at least could have asked! But it's my fault, I know it's my fault because I never felt it was the right man. Never. But what does it mean, the right man, the love of your life? The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person, it's evil, right?!
JESSE:
Can I talk?
CELINE:
You know, I guess I've been heartbroken too many times and then I recovered. so now, you know, from the starts, I make no effort. Because I know it's not gonna work out. I know it's not gonna work out.
JESSE:
You can't do that. You can't do that. you can't live your ife trying to avoid pain at the expense.....
CELINE:
Okay, you know what? Those are words. I've gotta, I've gotta get away from you. Stop the car, I wanna get out.
.....You know, it's not even that. I was, I was fine until I read your fucking book. It stirred shit up, you know? It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and, now it's like I don't believe in anything that relates to love. I don't feel things for people anymore. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night and I was never able to feel all this again. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you. It made me feel cold, like your love wasn't for me.
JESSE:
I don't, I don't belive that. I don't believe that.
CELINE:
You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It's funny. Every single of my exes, they're now married. Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married. And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is.
JESSE:
Oh, God....
CELINE:
And that I taught them to care and respect women.
JESSE:
Yeah, I think I'm one of those guys.
CELINE:
You know, I wanna kill them! Why didn't they ask me? I would have said no, but they at least could have asked! But it's my fault, I know it's my fault because I never felt it was the right man. Never. But what does it mean, the right man, the love of your life? The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person, it's evil, right?!
JESSE:
Can I talk?
CELINE:
You know, I guess I've been heartbroken too many times and then I recovered. so now, you know, from the starts, I make no effort. Because I know it's not gonna work out. I know it's not gonna work out.
JESSE:
You can't do that. You can't do that. you can't live your ife trying to avoid pain at the expense.....
CELINE:
Okay, you know what? Those are words. I've gotta, I've gotta get away from you. Stop the car, I wanna get out.
.
.
.
JESSE:
...But then I, I had these dreams.
CELINE:
What dreams?
JESSE:
Oh, I have these dreams, you know, that, um,
I'm standing on a platform....and, uh, you keep going by on a train. And, you go by, and you go by, you go by, you go by, and I wake up with the fucking sweats, you know? And then I have this other dream...
Ohhh, where you're pregnant in bed, beside me naked, and I want so badly to touch you, but you tell me not to and you look away. And I, and I, I touch you anyway....right on your ankle, and your skin is so soft that I wake up in sobs, alright?
I'm standing on a platform....and, uh, you keep going by on a train. And, you go by, and you go by, you go by, you go by, and I wake up with the fucking sweats, you know? And then I have this other dream...
Ohhh, where you're pregnant in bed, beside me naked, and I want so badly to touch you, but you tell me not to and you look away. And I, and I, I touch you anyway....right on your ankle, and your skin is so soft that I wake up in sobs, alright?
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