Céline: Are you ever in therapy?

Jesse: Oh, no. Do I seem like I'm in therapy?

Céline: (Laughs.) I'm kidding. Has it helped your sex problems?

Jesse: My SEX problems?

Céline: No, I'm kidding.

Jesse: No, c’mon, tell me the truth. I mean, we didn't have any problems that night.

Céline: No, I'm kidding! (He brushes her hair away from her eyes.) We didn't even have sex, anyway.

Jesse: But, that's a joke, right?

Céline: No, we didn't! I mean, that was the whole thing.

Jesse: No, of course we did!

Céline: No, no, no, no, we didn't. You didn't have a condom, and I never have sex without one. Especially on a one night thing. I mean, I'm extremely paranoid about my health. There's no way I would have...

Jesse: (Stops climbing the stairs, and holds his hands up. Céline turns to face him.) Whoa, I find this very scary that you don't remember what happened.

Céline: What? (Turns away and starts climbing again. Jesse follows.) No, listen, OK...I didn't write an entire book, but I kept a journal, OK? And I wrote the whole night in it. That's what I mean, you idealizing the night!

Jesse: Alright, listen! I even remember what brand of condom we used.

Céline: OK, that's disgusting. I don't want to hear it!

Jesse: It's not disgusting.

Céline: OK, you know what, when I get home, I'll check my journal from '94, but I know I'm right! (Jesse shakes his head quietly while she pauses for a moment and slows down.) Wait a minute...

Jesse: What?

Céline: Was it in the cemetery?

Jesse: No...no, we went to the cemetery in the afternoon, it was in a park. VERY late at night? In the park.

Céline: (Hand to forehead.) Wait a minute.

Jesse: (Shakes his head in disgust.) I can’t…I can’t…

Céline: (Shakes her head as if trying to remember.) No…

Jesse: Is it that forgettable? I mean, you really don't remember...(clapping hands together for emphasis) in the park!

Céline: OK, wait a minute. I...I think you might be right.

Jesse: Alright now, you're messing with me, now. Are you messing with me?

Céline: OK, no, I'm sorry! I think you...I mean, you're right, OK? Sometimes, I put things in drawers inside my head, and forget about it. (Jesse covers his eyes to show frustration.) I guess it's less painful to put certain things away than to live with it! I'm sorry!

Jesse: So that...that night was a sad memory for you?

Céline: No, I didn't mean that night in particular. I just meant certain things are better off forgotten.

Jesse: I remember that night better than I do entire years.

Céline: Me too.

Jesse: (Sarcastically.) Really?

Céline: Well, I thought I did...But, maybe I...Maybe I put it away because of the fact that...my grandmother's funeral was the day we were supposed to meet again.

Jesse: Yeah, right, it was a tough day for me, but it must have been worse for you.

Céline: It was unreal. I remember looking at her dead body in the coffin. (Sighs.) Her beautiful hands so warm, so sweet, that used to hold me, that...Nothing in that coffin resembled what I remembered of her. All the warmth was gone. Then I was crying...so confused if I was crying because I was never gonna see her again and never gonna see...(sighs) you again. I'm sorry. I'm sorry to go on like this, I've been a little down this week, I don't know.

Jesse: Why?

Céline: I don't know, nothing bad, just... reading your book, maybe? No, but...thinking about how hopeful I was that summer and fall, and since then it's been kind of a...I don't know. Memory is a wonderful thing, if you don't have to, uh, deal with the past.

Jesse: “Memory is a wonderful thing, if you don't have to deal with the past.” Can I put that on a bumper sticker? No, you know what? If you wrote a book about our night, that would be a good title!

Céline: Yeah, it could be a totally different book.

Jesse: Yeah, there'd be no sex scenes. (Céline laughs.)

Céline: But you know what?

Jesse: What?

Céline: Now that we've met again, we can change our memory of that December 16th. It no longer has that sad ending of us never seeing each other again. Right?