Blue Valentine Quotes

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.

Cindy: ...I found Megan.

Dean: How many times did I tell you to lock the fucking gate?

Dean: What are you doing?

Cindy: What does it look like I'm doing?

Dean: Gettin' all wet and naked.

Cindy: They're old. Would you wanna live like that?

Dean: What, in that home? Well, no. But I'm not getting old. And he's a dummy for dying.

Cindy: What did it feel like when you fell in love?

Gramma: Oh... oh dear, I don't think I found it.

Cindy: Even with grandpa?

Gramma: Maybe a little, in the beginning. He didn't really have any regard for me as a person. You gotta be careful with that. You gotta be careful with the person you fall in love is worth it... to you.

Cindy: I never want to be like my parents. I know they must've loved each other at one time, right? To just get it all out of the way before they had me. How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that?

Gramma: I think the only way you can find out is to have the feeling. You're a good person. You have the right to say, "I do trust. I do trust myself."

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: [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: I don't know. 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 so 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 do?

Dean: Than what? Than be your husband? Than 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...

[chuckles]

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: 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: 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]

Cindy: [Cindy runs to the car while Dean saunters] Fuck! Give me the keys. I fucking want a divorce!

[Dean pauses, sucks his ring finger, removes his ring and throws it into the bushes]

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.

Cindy: [flashback to their wedding day] What are you thinking about?

Dean: I wish they would hurry up so you can't change your mind. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Dean: Baby, you made a promise to me, okay? You said, "for better or worse." You said that. You said it. It was a promise.

Cindy: I'm sorry.

Dean: Now this is my worst, okay? This is my worst. But I'm gonna get better. You just gotta give me a chance to get better.

Cindy: Dean, I give you this ring...

Justice of the Peace: As a symbol.

Cindy: As a symbol...

Justice of the Peace: Of my solemn vow.

Cindy: Of my solemn vow...

Justice of the Peace: And everlasting love.

Cindy: And everlasting love...

Justice of the Peace: For as much as you have consented in holy wedlock before God, I do, by the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.

[Cindy and Dean embrace in a long kiss]

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: [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: 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]

Dean: [Dean points to his jaw] You gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me?

Cindy: No, I'm not gonna hit you. You're the bad guy, not me, asshole.

Cindy: You know what, this is why I don't talk to you. You go from here to here, in no time at all.

Dean: No, this is why, this is why you're talking to me - because I'm here. This is the only reason you're talking to me.

Dean: Be a man, what is that shit? You want me to be a man? I'll go be a man.

[tosses equipment in the room]

Dean: Is this what a man does?

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: 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: I can't really sing. I have to sing goofy, in order to sing. Like, I have to sing stupid. OK?

[plays "You Always Hurt The One You Love" on a ukulele and sings, while Cindy tap dances]

Cindy: You're actually good.

Dean: What's your name?

Cindy: Go away.

Dean: "Go away"? That's a weird name.

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]

Dean: You ever get that feeling?

Marshall: Yeah, like, you've seen her before and you just know her.

Dean: Yeah.

Marshall: It's a feeling. But, actually, you really don't know her.

Dean: I probably... I don't right?

Marshall: That's right.

Dean: It felt like I did, though.

Dean: She just seems different. You know? I don't know.

Marshall: Wait. How different?

Dean: I don't know I just got a feeling about her. You know when a song comes on and you just gotta dance?

Marshall: If you get a little pussy, I think all the mental-ness will go away from you.

Dean: You think I'm too much in my head?

Marshall: Yeah, too much.

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.

Jerry: Cindy doesn't usually bring her boyfriends home for dinner. So, uh, I'm thinking this might be serious.

Glenda: Don't listen to him.

Dean: I hope so.

Jerry: You hope so?

Dean: Yes, sir. I mean, I'm pretty serious.

Jerry: What do your folks do, Dean?

Dean: Well, um, I don't know. My mother, I don't know, to be honest, what she does. But, uh, my father is a janitor. And, uh, he's a very talented musician.

Glenda: What does he play?

Dean: Everything. He can kinda play a little bit of everything. He's one of those people.

Glenda: So, you don't see your mother?

Dean: No, I don't.

Glenda: Why? Not that it's any of my business, but...

Dean: No, I understand you asking. Um, I don't really talk about her very often, to be honest. But you know. She just, uh, when I was ten. So you know, my father and her just decided that it wasn't, you know, gonna work out. And, uh, she, uh, she met somebody and I think that was that.

Jerry: Did you graduate from high school, Dean?

Dean: Well, sir, no I didn't. I didn't. But, you know, I didn't feel like there was a place for me there, to be honest. I didn't think high school was all that it was cracked up to be.

Dean: You know I'm not good enough for you.

Cindy: Stop it.

Dean: It's true. Baby, it's true.

Cindy: No, it's not.

Dean: It is true. But here's the thing...

Cindy: Don't. You're hurting my feelings. Don't say that.

Dean: But nobody is, you know? So as long as that's the case, I want the job.

Dean: I got us a song. You know, like, our song that would be just for you and me. Because everybody's got songs, but they're lame and they all share them. You know? It's disgusting. Not us. We have our own song.

Cindy: We have our own song.