Blue Valentine (2010)
Ryan Gosling: Dean
Dean : In my experience, the prettier a girl is, the more nuts she is, which makes you insane. You're probably nutty, coo-coo crazy. It's not your fault, you know? Just like, everybody treats you different, you know? Like, you make jokes and they're not funny, but people laugh anyway. That's gotta make you nuts.
Cindy : I like how you can compliment and insult somebody at the same time, in equal measure.
Dean : I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married, we marry, like, one girl, 'cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think, "I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl. She's so great." But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option... "Oh he's got a good job." I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around.
Dean : I don't know. I feel like I should just stop... You know, just stop thinking about it, but I can't. Maybe I've seen too many movies, you know, love at first sight. What do you think about love at first sight? You think you could love somebody by just looking at them? But the thing is, man, I felt like I knew her.
Dean : Tell me how I should be. Just tell me. I'll do it.
Dean : Look, I didn't want to be somebody's husband and I didn't want to be somebody's dad. That wasn't my... goal in life. For some guys it is - wasn't mine. But somehow, I've... it was what I wanted. I didn't know that and it's all I wanna do. I don't want to do anything else. That's all I want to do. I work so I can do that.
Dean : We're inside a robot's vagina
Dean : In my experience, the prettier a girl is, the more nuts she is... which makes you insane. You're probably nutty coo coo crazy.
Dean : [long silence before Dean speaks] You know, it's not just us, we got a little girl we gotta think about.
[breaks into tears]
Cindy : I know... I... I can't do this anymore.
Dean : You're just thinking about yourself. What about Frankie? You want her to grow up in a broken home? Is that what you want?
Cindy : I am thinking about Frankie.
Dean : You're not thinking about Frankie.
Cindy : I am thinking about Frankie.
Dean : No, you're not. Is this how you want her to grow up?
Cindy : I don't want her to grow up in a home where her parents treat each other like this.
[Dean cries and hits the wall four times]
Cindy : Don't.
Dean : I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry.
Cindy : [Cindy sobs] I can't do this anymore.
Dean : I know. Baby, I'm just fighting, you know? Fighting for my family. I don't know what to do. I don't know what else to do.
Dean : [Having dinner in the Future room] You're not gonna eat that?
Cindy : Why don't you do something?
Dean : What do you mean?
Cindy : I don't know.
Dean : What does that mean, "why don't I do something?"
Cindy : Isn't there something you wanted to do? Isn't there something you wanna do?
Dean : Like what?
Cindy : I don't know. You're good at so many things. You could do anything you wanted to do, you're good at everything that you do. Isn't there something else you wanna to do?
Dean : Than what? To be your husband, to being Frankie's dad? What do you want me to do? What-what-what... in your, like, dream scenario of me, like, doing what I'm good at, what would that be?
Cindy : I don't know. I just... you're so good at so many things. You can do so many things. You have such capacity.
Dean : For what?
Cindy : I don't... you can sing, you can draw, you can...
Cindy : dance.
Dean : [Exhales] Listen, I didn't wanna be somebody's husband, okay? And I didn't wanna be somebody's dad. That wasn't my... goal in life. For some guys it is - wasn't mine. But somehow I've... it was what I wanted. I didn't know that. And it's all I wanna do. I don't want to do anything else. That's what I want to do. I work so I can do that.
Cindy : I'd like to see you have a job where you don't have to start drinking at 8 o'clock, in the morning, to go to it.
Dean : No, I have a job that I *can* drink at 8 o'clock in the morning. What a luxury... you know? I get up for work, I have a beer, I go to work, I paint somebody's house - they're excited about it. I come home, I get to be with you. What's... Like, this is the dream.
Cindy : Doesn't it ever disappoint you?
Dean : Why? Why would it disappoint me? I could still do whatever I could do.
Cindy : [Over Dean] Because you have all this potential.
Dean : So what? Why do you have to fucking make money off your potential?
Cindy : Look, I'm not even saying you have to make money off it. Do you miss it?
Dean : [Over Cindy] What does potential mean? What does even potential mean? What does that mean "potential"? Potential for what? To turn it into what?
Cindy : We rarely sit down and have an adult conversation because every time we do... you take what I say and turn it around into something that I didn't mean. You just... twist it. Start blabbing. Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.
Dean : If you're not interested in what I have to say, then maybe I just shouldn't say anything.
Cindy : [laughs]
Dean : I can't really sing. I have to sing goofy, in order to sing. I have to sing stupid.
Dean : Can I talk to you for a second?
Cindy : Why?
Dean : You think I stole that money, don't you? Yeah, you do.
Cindy : No.
Dean : Look, I've stolen money before, okay, I know what it's like to get busted. That's what it feels like. I didn't steal it. I've got a job. Okay? This is my job.
Cindy : Okay, I got it.
Dean : I make money. Money I can take girl's out to dates with. Just so you know.
Dean : Don't say stuff you can't take back.
Cindy : What are you doing here?
Dean : Oh, you're awful friendly right now, aren't you?
Cindy : I'm just surprised to see you.
Dean : Oh, is this where all the smiles happen? This the smile room, huh? Take off, you leave me, you don't tell me what's going on. I was so God-damned worried, I thought something might've happened to Frankie. I don't know what the hell happened.
Dean : What the fuck is the matter, you got a glass jaw or something? You can't take one hit? It's one hit.
[Doctor collapses back on the floor]
Dean : Babe, that's how they laugh in the future!
Dean : Cindy... come here... I may... or may not... have fallen down...
Dean : [slurred speech] Look, okay, I know everything got fucked up last night, okay?
Cindy : I can't believe you show up here, drunk.
Dean : Hey, I'm talking to you. Hey, I know that...
Cindy : Can you drive?
Dean : What?
Cindy : I said, can you drive?
Dean : What do you mean? What kind of question is that? Of course I can drive. I know how to drive.
Dean : You don't even care if I, fucking, can drive. You'd love it if I got in a God-damned accident, wouldn't you?
Cindy : Yeah, I'd love it. I'd just love it. You're so right. You're so right about everything.
Dean : Huh? That's the point. You don't have any God-damned time anymore. It all goes to this fucking place. And these fucking people don't give a shit about you, do they? Hey!
Dean : I'm gonna hit you in five seconds. I'm gonna hit you in five seconds if you don't get out of here. I'm gonna hit you in five seconds!
[Doctor Feinberg gives orders to Mimi to call the police]
Dean : Five! Four! Get out! Get out! Three... Two!
Dr. Feinberg : Think about your wife, will you? Think...
[Dean punches Doctor in the face]
Dean : Tell me a joke.
Cindy : So there's a child molester and a little boy walking into the woods. The child molester and the little boy keep walking further and further. And it's getting darker and darker. And they're going deeper and deeper into the woods. And the child molester... The little boy looks at the child molester and he says, "Gee, mister! I'm getting scared." And the child molester looks down at him and says, "You think you're scared, kid? I gotta walk outta here alone."
[Dean shakes his head]
Cindy : You don't think that's funny?
Dean : No.
Cindy : I do.
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]
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]