The Time Traveler's Wife

Clare Abshire:
I wouldn't change one second of our life together.

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.

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.

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!

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.

[first lines]

Henry at Six:
[giving up] I can't sing.

Annette DeTamble:
That was fine, Henry.

Henry at Six:
I can't sing like you.

Annette DeTamble:
Of course not. You're supposed to sing like you.