Clementine inside Joel's, in memory, and imagination.

C: So, are you okay with wine?
J: I don't know.
C: Well, you choose the wine. I'll go find the bedroom and slip into something more Ruth. I'm Ruth-less at that moment.
J: I think we should go. I've got to catch my ride.
C: So go.
......
J: I did. I though maybe you were a nut. But you were exciting.
C: I wish you'd stay.
J: I wish I'd stayed, too. Now, I wish I'd stayed. I wish I'd done a lot of things. I wish I'd stayed, I do.
C: I come back downstairs, and you were gone.
J: I walked out the door.
C: Why?
J: I don't know. I felt like a scared little kid. It was above my head. I don't know.
C: You were scared?
J: Thought you know that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation, I think.
C: Was it something I said?
J: Yeah. You said 'So go' with such disdain, you know.
C: I'm sorry.
J: It's okay.
C: Joel, what if you stayed this time?
J: That walked out the door. There's no memory left.
C: Come back and make up a goodbye, at least. Let's pretend we had one.
C: Bye, Joel.
J: I love you.
C: Meet me in Montauk.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, the first time I think Kate is lovely, and like Jim even more.