Movie: 500 days of Summer ((500) Days of Summer)

- You can ask?
Yes.
- She cheated on you?
- No, never.
- She wasn't trying to use you?
- No, no.
And she told you right in the forehead that doesn't want a serious relationship?
Yes...
- Yes, my God, Tom. She broke your heart or did you?

Quietly. This is just a girl. And she doesn't want anything serious. And so it is now with me in bed. But only nothing serious. Okay, great.

- Funny, fun to hang out with.
I know.
Hey, Tom, you just keep in mind that I don't want to start anything serious. It's nothing?
Yes.
- Just some, on hearing this, freaking out.
- But not me.
Sure?
Yes... well... no, seriously, how will go.
- Without tension.

I like you.
- Yes, you do, of course.
- Uh, as a friend?
- Yes, as a friend.
- Only as a friend?
Yes. I mean, I never thought about it... Yes... what?
- Nothing, I just... You're interesting to me, and I would like to just be friends... do You mind?
- No... You and I... Let's be friends.

- Look, she's just a bitch.
- Yes?
- Yes, Patel tried to talk to her, and she in reply said.
- Maybe it was once?
- Maybe she's just arrogant superheroine?
- Damn!
- I agree, was too good.
- Oh, man, why do all pretty girls think they can walk all over people's legs?
- Teaches them the whole story.
- Let him behave as he wants, to hell with it, I don't care!

It was a rare phenomenon - the effect of summer. Nevertheless, each man faced him at least once in your life. The fact that Tom Hanson ran into him in the city where 400 thousand offices and home to 3 million 800 thousand people, can be only one explanation: fate.

- You've walked away from girls. And girls from you left.
- Well, that's different.
Why?
Because it's summer.
- Well, you'll meet another one, you are one of the best guys I know.
- You know, people correctly say: "In the light of these women a lot".
- No!
- No, a lot!
- No, it is not so! I don't need others, I need it!

After the divorce she left only two reason to celebrate. First, her long dark hair. Second, how easily they can be cut without feeling.

A bouquet of flowers you are... fuck you, whore.

- We're like Sid and Nancy for almost a month.
- Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy in the kitchen almost seven times. We've had our differences, but I don't think I'm Sid Vicious.
- No, I Sid.
Yeah, I'm Nancy?

Tom walked to her apartment. He was intoxicated hopes and dreams. And he thought that this time his dreams coincide with reality...

I love us.

- Love does not exist, is an illusion.
- In my opinion, you are not right.

You don't believe that a woman likes to be independent?