About Time (I) (2013)
Rachel McAdams: Mary
Mary : I'm going to go into the bedroom and put on my new pajamas, and in a minute you can come in and take them off.
Tim : Mum, this is Mary.
Mum : Mary! Good Lord, you're pretty.
Mary : Oh, no. It's just... I've got a lot of mascara and lipstick on.
Mum : Let's have a look.
Mary : [presents her face]
Mum : Oh, yes. Good. It's very bad for a girl to be too pretty. It stops her developing a sense of humor. Or a personality.
Mary : I'm not taking my panties off for Scotland!
Tim : So, what do you do?
Mary : I'm a reader at a publisher.
Tim : No! You read for a living?
Mary : Yes. That's it, I read.
Tim : Oh, that's so great. It's like someone asking, "What do you do for a living?" "Well, I breathe. I'm a breather. I get paid for breathing." How did you get that job?
Mary : Okay, smart-ass, what do you do?
Tim : I am a lawyer. Sort of... Sort of.
Mary : That's sexy.
Tim : Is it?
Mary : I mean, I think so. In a suit, in a court, saving people's lives. Kinda sexy.
Tim : I guess it is. Although it's not as sexy as reading. Sitting there in an office in a little chair reading. Ooh!
Mary : Okay, stop. Just wait right there mister, because you know a lot of books get submitted to my publisher. So it's an immense responsibility.
Tim : I bet it is. But when you're doing normal reading,
[they both laugh]
Tim : is it ruined because it's your job? You know, like prostitutes? I always worry that when they stop being prostitutes that they can't enjoy sex anymore.
Mary : You always worry about that?
Tim : No, I sometimes worry about that.
Mary : Oh, okay, good. Because someone who always worried about that would be a bit of a worry.
Tim : When you read a newspaper do you think, "Forget this, it's work"?
Mary : Have you interviewed a lot of prostitutes?
Tim : When you read a menu, do you think, "No, I'm not reading this, unless you pay me hard cash"?
Mary : How many prostitutes will you need to talk to before this issue is solved?
[Tim and Mary are in bed]
Mary : So not such a bad day after all?
Tim : No. It was pretty good, really. Very good day, actually, as it turns out.
Mary : Well, that's a relief. Because it had been a very bad day, I thought I might have had to have had sex with you to make up for it.
[she turns the light out]
Mary : Goodnight.
Tim : [he is lying blatantly and Mary knows it] It was a very, very bad day. It went very badly. I got fired from my job. And then I killed a man.
[she turns the light back on]
Mary : That is a very bad day.
Tim : It's terrible.
Mary : Yeah, the worst day ever. I'm so sorry.
[they start to make love]
[Mary wants another baby]
Mary : I just thought that maybe it was time for the insurance baby.
Tim : What?
Mary : In case one of them is really smart. We don't want the other one to feel stupid their whole life. And if we had a third one then we could have *two* happy dummies. What do you think?
[Tim realises that once another baby is born, he will never be able to go back to a time before that]
Tim : [voiceover] It was the toughest decision of my life. Saying "yes" to the future meant saying "goodbye" to my dad - forever.
[Mary is trying on one dress after another, and can't decide which one to wear to a party]
Mary : How about the blue one?
Tim : The first one that you tried on, that was boring and lumpy, but that wasn't actually boring and lumpy, that one?
Mary : Yeah, which do you prefer?
Tim : I don't know. I'm actually starting to go mad.
Mary : I think I like the blue one.