From the draft script of "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind:"
You were down by the surf. I could just
make you out in the dark.
Joel looks down to the water. There's Clementine, in her
orange hooded sweatshirt, looking out to sea.
Your back to me. In that orange
sweatshirt I would come to know so well
and even hate eventually. At the time I
thought, how cool, an orange sweatshirt.
I remember being drawn to you even then.
I thought, I love this woman because
she's alone down there looking out at the
But I went back to my food. The next
thing I remember, I felt someone sitting
next to me and I saw the orange sleeve
out of the corner of my eye.
A shot of the orange sleeve. Joel looks up.
I was so nervous. What were you doing
there, I wondered. Your hair was lime
green. Green revolution.
A shot of her green hair.
I saw you sitting over here. By
yourself. I thought, thank God, someone
normal, who doesn't know how interact at
these things either.
Yeah. I don't ever know what to say.
I can't tell you how happy I am to hear
that. I mean, I don't mean I'm happy
you're uncomfortable, but, yknow... I'm
such a loser. Every time I come to a
party I tell myself I'm going to be
different and it's always exactly the
same and then I hate myself after for
being such a clod.
Even then I didn't believe you entirely.
I thought how could you be talking to me
if you couldn't talk to people?
But I thought, I don't know, I thought it
was cool that you were sensitive enough
to know what I was feeling and that you
were attracted to it.
But, I don't know, maybe we're the normal
ones, y'know? I mean, what kind of
people do well at this stuff?
And I just liked you so much.
You did? You liked me?
You know what I did.
Yeah, I know. I'm fishing.
You said --
She picks a drumstick off of Joel's plate.
I'm Clementine. Can I borrow a piece of
And you picked it out of my plate before
I could answer and it felt so intimate
like we were already lovers.
I remember --
The grease on your chin in the bonfire
Shot of a smudge of chicken grease on Clementine's chin.
Oh God, how horrid.
No, it was lovely.
Hi, Joel. So no jokes about my name?
You mean, like...
Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin', oh, my
darlin', Clementine... ? Huckleberry
Hound? That sort of thing?
Yeah, like that.
Nope. No jokes. My favorite thing when
I was a kid was my Huckleberry Hound
doll. I think your name is magic.