Joel: I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be.
Clementine: My embarrassing admission is I really like that you're nice, right now.
Joel: My God, there's people coming out of your butt.
Clementine: Look, I'm sorry if I came off a little nutso, I'm not really.
Joel: That's okay, I really didn't think you were.
Joel: I'm so ashamed.
Clementine: It's okay, you're a little kid.
Clementine: I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.
Joel: I love being bathed in the sink - such a feeling of security.
Clementine: I've never seen you happier, baby Joel.
Clementine: Wish me a happy Valentine's Day when you call. That'd be... nice.
Clementine: I apply my personality in a paste.
Joel: It's goddamn freezing on this beach. Montauk in February, brilliant, Joel.
Clementine: Drink up, young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.
Stan: You looked happy. Happy with a secret.
Joel: Look at it out here, it's all falling apart. I'm erasing you and I'm happy.
Joel: I think your name is magical.
Joel Barish: I can't see anything I don't like about you.
Clementine: But you will, you will think of things and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.
Joel Barish: Okay.
Clementine: Okay.
Joel: Is there any risk of brain damage?
Howard: Well, technically speaking, the operation is brain damage, but it's on a par with a night of heavy drinking. Nothing you'll miss.
Joel: Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
Clementine: Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat I'm high maintenance. So I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage or whatever it is ya got goin' on there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me.
Joel: Okay.
Clementine: And in your wormy little brain. You try to figure out, "Did she fuck someone tonight?"
Joel: No, see Clem. I assume you fucked someone tonight. Isn't that how you get people to like you?
Clementine: Sometimes I don't think people realise how lonely it is to be a kid. Like... you don't matter.
Answer: If I remember correctly, it's Mr. Blue Sky by The Electric Light Orchestra (ELO).
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