The Time Traveler's Wife (2009)
Henry DeTamble: I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that. It's not because you're beautiful and smart. I don't feel alone anymore. Will you marry me?
Clare Abshire: No. I didn't mean that. I just wanted to try it, to say it, to assert my own sense of free will, but my free will wants you.
Henry DeTamble: So it's a yes?
Clare Abshire: Yes, of course.
Clare Abshire: I wouldn't change one second of our life together.
Clare at Eight: Are you married?
Henry DeTamble: Yes, I am.
Clare at Eight: Is your wife a time traveler?
Henry DeTamble: No. No, thank God.
Clare at Eight: Do you love her?
Henry DeTamble: Yes. Very much. What's wrong?
Clare at Eight: Nothing. I was just hoping you're married to me.
Clare Abshire: I wrote down every time that you came to visit me.
Henry DeTamble: Which I gather I did, or will do, fairly often.
Clare Abshire: The last time that I saw you, I was 18. Seems that you go back to the same places a lot.
Henry DeTamble: Yeah, it's like gravity. Big events pull you in.
Clare Abshire: I was a big event.
Henry DeTamble: So it would seem.
Richard DeTamble: [many years after his wife's death] I still miss her. I miss her every day.
Richard DeTamble: [bitterly] If you traveled back to then, why couldn't you have stopped her from getting into that goddamn car?
Alba at Nine: Tell me the story of how you and Mama met?
Henry DeTamble: Doesn't she tell you?
Alba at Nine: She does, but not like you do.
Henry DeTamble: Well, it was right here in this meadow. And one fine day, your mom, who's just a tiny little thing, goes out to the clearing, and there's a man there.
Alba at Nine: With no clothes.
Henry DeTamble: Not a stitch on him. And after she gives him the blanket she happens to be carrying, he explains to her that he's a time traveler. Now, for some reason I'll never understand, she believes him.
Alba at Nine: 'Cause it's true.
Henry DeTamble: Where's Henry?
Clare Abshire: Uh, I left him sleeping. I needed some time away from him.
Henry DeTamble: How's that working out for you?
Clare Abshire: Honey, do you know who that is playing with Alba?
Henry DeTamble: That's Alba.
Clare Abshire: Yes, I know, but who is that with her?
Henry DeTamble: That's your daughter. She's time-travelling. Is it too weird for you?
Clare Abshire: No, it's actually kind of magical.
Richard DeTamble: Well, I suppose I have to meet her parents.
Henry DeTamble: Her Dad is a Republican, and a hunter.
Richard DeTamble: Oh dear!