Tom: People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.
Tom: What happens when you fall in love?
Summer: You believe in that?
Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.
Summer: You believe in that?
Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.
Tom: It's official. I'm in love with Summer.
I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps.
I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps.
Rachel: Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.
Partygoer: So Tom, what is it that you do?
Tom: I uh, I write greeting cards.
Summer: Tom could be a really great architect if he wanted to be.
Partygoer: That's unusual, I mean, what made you go from one to the other?
Tom: I guess I just figured, why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that last forever, like a greeting card.
Tom: I uh, I write greeting cards.
Summer: Tom could be a really great architect if he wanted to be.
Partygoer: That's unusual, I mean, what made you go from one to the other?
Tom: I guess I just figured, why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that last forever, like a greeting card.
Rachel: Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Now, I think you're just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I, uh, I really think you should look again.
Summer: You weren't wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me.
Summer: You weren't wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me.
Vance: [reading a card that Tom has written] Roses are red, violets are blue... Fuck you, whore!
Tom: She took a giant shit on my face. Literally.
Alison: Literally?
Tom: Well, no, not literally. That's disgusting.
Tom: I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. I hate the way she sounds when she laughs.
Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.
Tom: My name's Tom.
Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.
Paul: Robin is better than the girl of my dreams. She's real.
Tom: You don't want to be named as anybody's girlfriend, and now you're someone's wife?
McKenzie: Hey, don't you have like 20 cards to write by Friday?
Tom: Nope, all done.
McKenzie: Really? Well, could you help me with mine? Because I'm running out of ways to say "Congratulations". So far, I've got: "Congrats", "Good job" and "Well done".
Tom: Hmmm. How about..."Every day you make me proud. But today you get a card."
McKenzie: Shit, that's good!
Tom: I know.
Tom: Nope, all done.
McKenzie: Really? Well, could you help me with mine? Because I'm running out of ways to say "Congratulations". So far, I've got: "Congrats", "Good job" and "Well done".
Tom: Hmmm. How about..."Every day you make me proud. But today you get a card."
McKenzie: Shit, that's good!
Tom: I know.
Tom: Either she's an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or... she's a robot.
Tom: Look, we don't have to put a label on it. That's fine. I get it. But, you know, I just... I need some consistency.
Summer: I know.
Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.
Summer: And I can't give you that. Nobody can.
Summer: I know.
Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.
Summer: And I can't give you that. Nobody can.
Tom: Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you've had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?
Tom: I love how she makes me feel, like anything's possible, or like life is worth it.
McKenzie: Hey, maybe you should write a book.
Tom: What?
McKenzie: Well, you know, Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature.
Tom: What?
McKenzie: Well, you know, Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature.
Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.
Narrator: If Tom had learned anything... it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence.
Tom: This is lies. We are liars. Think about it. Why do people buy cards? It's not because they want to say how they feel. People buy cards because they can't say they feel or are afraid to. And we provide the service that let's them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. Or at least let them speak for themselves. Right?
Tom: Nobody loves Ringo Starr.
Summer: That's what I love about him.
Summer: That's what I love about him.
Narrator: For Tom Hansen, this was the night where everything changed. That wall Summer so often hid behind - the wall of distance, of space, of casual - that wall was slowly coming down. For here was Tom, in her world... a place few had been invited to see with their own eyes. And here was Summer, wanting him there. Him, no one else.
Tom: What happened? Why - why didn't they work out?
Summer: What always happens. Life.
Summer: What always happens. Life.
Tom: People should be able to say how they feel - how they really feel - not, you know, some words that some strangers put in their mouths.
Summer: Well, you know, I guess it's 'cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and... now he's my husband.
Tom: Yeah. And... so?
Summer: So, what if I'd gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I'd gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And... I just kept thinking... Tom was right.
Tom: No.
Summer: Yeah, I did.
I did. It just wasn't me that you were right about.
Tom: Yeah. And... so?
Summer: So, what if I'd gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I'd gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And... I just kept thinking... Tom was right.
Tom: No.
Summer: Yeah, I did.
I did. It just wasn't me that you were right about.
Autumn: Have I seen you before?
Tom: Me? I don't think so.
Autumn: Do you ever go to Angela's Plaza?
Tom: Yes... That's like my favorite spot in the city.
Autumn: Yeah, except for the parking lots.
Tom: Yeah, yeah I agree.
Autumn: Yeah, yeah I think I've seen you there.
Tom: Really?
Autumn: Yeah...
Tom: I haven't seen you?
Autumn: You must not have been looking...
Tom: Me? I don't think so.
Autumn: Do you ever go to Angela's Plaza?
Tom: Yes... That's like my favorite spot in the city.
Autumn: Yeah, except for the parking lots.
Tom: Yeah, yeah I agree.
Autumn: Yeah, yeah I think I've seen you there.
Tom: Really?
Autumn: Yeah...
Tom: I haven't seen you?
Autumn: You must not have been looking...
Summer: I love the Smiths.
Tom: Sorry?
Summer: I said I love the Smiths.
Summer: You... You have good taste in music.
Tom: You... like the Smiths?
Summer: "To die by your side, such a heavenly way to die".
I love em.
Tom: Holy shit.
Tom: Sorry?
Summer: I said I love the Smiths.
Summer: You... You have good taste in music.
Tom: You... like the Smiths?
Summer: "To die by your side, such a heavenly way to die".
I love em.
Tom: Holy shit.
Tom: It's these cards and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all lies and the heartache, everything.
Narrator: You should know up front, this is not a loves story, but it is a story about love.
Vance: Misery, sadness, loss of faith, no reason to live... This is perfect for you.
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