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: You're mad. Jed
: That's what they said about Jesus once. Joe
: They also said it about a lot of mad people.
: Hey, come on. Look, I was just having a bit of fun, come on. Joe
: Fuck off. Jed
: I was just trying to cheer you up, Joe. Joe
: Fuck off. Jed
: I was just trying to cheer you up. Come on, Joe, Jo-Jo. Joe
: [Grabs Jed and shoves him up against the wall
] Listen to me, listen to me. If you ever, ever, ever fucking bother me again, if you ever come anywhere fucking near me, I wil follow you, I will find you and I will gut you like a fucking fish, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? Jed
: You started this, you made this happen. Why don't you admit it? You pretend it's not happening, nothing's happening? YOU FUCK! Giving me all your secret fucking signals so that I come towards you! Why don't you leave me alone, eh? What do you want? What do you want? I love you! I love you! And now you're trying to fucking DESTROY ME!
[singing and walking away
: GOD ONLY KNOWS WHERE I'D BE WITHOUT YOU!
: If you want to turn two people into two-headed fire-breathing dragons overnight, just put rings on their fingers. Rachel
: Shhhhhh! Joe
: No, he's right. Joe
: Cos you-re a fucking expert aren't you? Joe
: When you're not sexing up the au pair to within an inch of her life, you're a fucking authority! Joe
: And when you're not marching on Poland, you're a fucking sage, aren't you pal? Joe
: Tell me something, tell me something, cos I always wanted to know this. Joe
: Don't you ever tire of letting your dick do the thinking?
: [lookin' up from the baby
] She smiled at me. Rachel
: Don't get excited. She's just hungry. It's biology, remember. Joe
: No, it's not. It's not biology. It's fantastic.
: I'm still... I still... Claire
: Don't, Joey. Joe
: I made it so complicated, and... And it doesn't need to be complicated. It's not complicated. It's really... I don't know what to say. Claire
: Don't say anything... Don't say anything...
: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?