Before Sunset2004

Jesse:
You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?

Celine:
Why?

Jesse:
So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, "Where the f*** were you?"

Celine:
[Laughing] No - you thought I'd be here today?

Jesse:
I'm serious. I think I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.

Celine:
Okay, that's– I know that's not true, but that's sweet of you to say.

Jesse:
I think it is true. What do you think were the chances of us ever meeting again?

Celine:
After that December, I'd say almost zero. But we're not real anyway, right? We're just, uh, characters in that old lady's dream. She's on her deathbed, fantasizing about her youth. So of course we had to meet again.