The relationship of a contemporary married couple, charting their evolution over a span of years by cross-cutting between time periods.

Dean: I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married, we marry, like, one girl, 'cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think, "I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl. She's so great". But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option... 'Oh he's got a good job.' I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around.
Dean: In my experience, the prettier a girl is, the more nuts she is, which makes you insane.
Cindy: I like how you can compliment and insult somebody at the same time, in equal measure.
Dean: Baby, you made a promise to me, okay? You said, "for better or worse". You said that. You said it. It was a promise.
Cindy: I'm sorry.
Dean: Now this is my worst, okay? This is my worst. But I'm gonna get better. You just gotta give me a chance to get better.
Dean: I don't know, I just feel like I should just stop thinking about it, you know, but I can't. Maybe I've seen too many movies, you know, love at first sight. What do you think about love at first sight? You think you can love somebody just by looking at them? But the thing is man, I felt like I knew her, you ever get that feeling? Yeah, I probably don't right... it felt like I did though.
[... ]
Dean: She just seems different, you know? I don't know, I just got a feeling about her. You know when a song comes on and you just gotta dance?
Cindy: I'm so out of love with you. I've got nothing left for you, nothing, nothing. Nothing, there is nothing here for you.
Cindy: What did it feel like when you fell in love?
Gramma: Oh... oh dear, I don't think I found it.
Cindy: Even with grandpa?
Gramma: Maybe a little, in the beginning. He didn't really have any regard for me as a person. You gotta be careful with that. You gotta be careful with the person you fall in love is worth it... to you.
Cindy: I never want to be like my parents. I know they must've loved each other at one time right? To just get it all out of the way before they had me. How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that?
Gramma: I think the only way you can find out is to have the feeling. You're a good person. You have the right to say I do trust. I do trust myself.
Dean: Look, I didn't want to be somebody's husband and I didn't want to be somebody's dad. That wasn't my... goal in life. For some guys it is - wasn't mine. But somehow, I've... it was what I wanted. I didn't know that and it's all I wanna do. I don't want to do anything else. That's all I want to do. I work so I can do that.
Dean: [Having dinner in the Future room] You're not gonna eat that?
Cindy: Why don't you do something?
Dean: What do you mean?
Cindy: I don't know.
Dean: What does that mean, "why don't I do something?"
Cindy: Isn't there something you wanted to do? Isn't there something you wanna do?
Dean: Like what?
Cindy: I don't know. You're good at so many things. You could do anything you wanted to do, you're good at everything that you do. Isn't there something else you wanna to do?
Dean: Than what? To be your husband, to being Frankie's dad? What do you want me to do? What-what-what... in your, like, dream scenario of me, like, doing what I'm good at, what would that be?
Cindy: I don't know. I just... you're so good at so many things. You can do so many things. You have such capacity.
Dean: For what?
Cindy: I don't... you can sing, you can draw, you can...
[chuckles]
Cindy: dance.
Dean: [Exhales] Listen, I didn't wanna be somebody's husband, okay? And I didn't wanna be somebody's dad. That wasn't my... goal in life. For some guys it is - wasn't mine. But somehow I've... it was what I wanted. I didn't know that. And it's all I wanna do. I don't want to do anything else. That's what I want to do. I work so I can do that.
Cindy: I'd like to see you have a job where you don't have to start drinking at 8 o'clock, in the morning, to go to it.
Dean: No, I have a job that I *can* drink at 8 o'clock in the morning. What a luxury... you know? I get up for work, I have a beer, I go to work, I paint somebody's house - they're excited about it. I come home, I get to be with you. What's... Like, this is the dream.
Cindy: Doesn't it ever disappoint you?
Dean: Why? Why would it disappoint me? I could still do whatever I could do.
Cindy: [Over Dean] Because you have all this potential.
Dean: So what? Why do you have to fucking make money off your potential?
Cindy: Look, I'm not even saying you have to make money off it. Do you miss it?
Dean: [Over Cindy] What does potential mean? What does even potential mean? What does that mean "potential"? Potential for what? To turn it into what?
Cindy: We rarely sit down and have an adult conversation because every time we do... you take what I say and turn it around into something that I didn't mean. You just... twist it. Start blabbing. Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.
Dean: If you're not interested in what I have to say, then maybe I just shouldn't say anything.
Cindy: [laughs]
Dean: Tell me how I should be. Just tell me. I'll do it.
Dean: We're inside a robot's vagina
Dean: In my experience, the prettier a girl is, the more nuts she is... which makes you insane. You're probably nutty coo coo crazy.
Cindy: [Cindy runs to the car while Dean saunters] Fuck! Give me the keys. I fucking want a divorce!
[Dean pauses, sucks his ring finger, removes his ring and throws it into the bushes]
Dean: What are you doing?
Cindy: What does it look like I'm doing?
Dean: Gettin' all wet and naked.
Dean: Can I talk to you for a second?
Cindy: Why?
Dean: You think I stole that money, don't you? Yeah, you do.
Cindy: No.
Dean: Look, I've stolen money before, okay, I know what it's like to get busted. That's what it feels like. I didn't steal it. I've got a job. Okay? This is my job.
Cindy: Okay, I got it.
Dean: I make money. Money I can take girl's out to dates with. Just so you know.
Dean: [long silence before Dean speaks] You know, it's not just us, we got a little girl we gotta think about.
[breaks into tears]
Cindy: I know... I... I can't do this anymore.
Dean: You're just thinking about yourself. What about Frankie? You want her to grow up in a broken home? Is that what you want?
Cindy: I am thinking about Frankie.
Dean: You're not thinking about Frankie.
Cindy: I am thinking about Frankie.
Dean: No, you're not. Is this how you want her to grow up?
Cindy: I don't want her to grow up in a home where her parents treat each other like this.
[Dean cries and hits the wall four times]
Cindy: Don't.
Dean: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry.
Cindy: [Cindy sobs] I can't do this anymore.
Dean: I know. Baby, I'm just fighting, you know? Fighting for my family. I don't know what to do. I don't know what else to do.
Dean: I can't really sing. I have to sing goofy, in order to sing. I have to sing stupid.
Cindy: [laughing] Good luck. I'd like to see you think about what you say instead of saying what you think all the time. Good luck.
Cab Driver: Do not touch the young lady in my taxi.
Cindy: Dean, I give you this ring...
Justice of the Peace: As a symbol.
Cindy: As a symbol...
Justice of the Peace: Of my solemn vow.
Cindy: Of my solemn vow...
Justice of the Peace: And everlasting love.
Cindy: And everlasting love...
Justice of the Peace: For as much as you have consented in holy wedlock before God, I do, by the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.
[Cindy and Dean embrace in a long kiss]
Cindy: I thought the whole point of coming here was to have a night without kids.
Dean: Cindy... come here... I may... or may not... have fallen down...
Dean: I can't really sing. I have to sing goofy, in order to sing. Like, I have to sing stupid. OK?
[plays "You Always Hurt The One You Love" on a ukulele and sings, while Cindy tap dances]
Cindy: You're actually good.
Dean: What's your name?
Cindy: Go away.
Dean: "Go away"? That's a weird name.
Cindy: ...I found Megan.
Dean: How many times did I tell you to lock the fucking gate?
Cindy: They're old. Would you wanna live like that?
Dean: What, in that home? Well, no. But I'm not getting old. And he's a dummy for dying.
Cindy: [flashback to their wedding day] What are you thinking about?
Dean: I wish they would hurry up so you can't change your mind. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Dean: Babe, that's how they laugh in the future!
Mimi: Don't let him brainwash you!
Dean: What the fuck is the matter, you got a glass jaw or something? You can't take one hit? It's one hit.
[Doctor collapses back on the floor]
Dean: [Dean points to his jaw] You gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me? Are you gonna hit me?
Cindy: No, I'm not gonna hit you. You're the bad guy, not me, asshole.
Dean: I'm gonna hit you in five seconds. I'm gonna hit you in five seconds if you don't get out of here. I'm gonna hit you in five seconds!
[Doctor Feinberg gives orders to Mimi to call the police]
Dean: Five! Four! Get out! Get out! Three... Two!
Dr. Feinberg: Think about your wife, will you? Think...
[Dean punches Doctor in the face]
Dean: Don't say stuff you can't take back.
Cindy: You know what, this is why I don't talk to you. You go from here to here, in no time at all.
Dean: No, this is why, this is why you're talking to me - because I'm here. This is the only reason you're talking to me.
Dean: Hey, come here for a second or I'm gonna come in there. I'm gonna come in. Alright... I'm coming.
[follows Cindy back into centre]
Dean: [slurred speech] Look, okay, I know everything got fucked up last night, okay?
Cindy: I can't believe you show up here, drunk.
Dean: Hey, I'm talking to you. Hey, I know that...
Cindy: Can you drive?
Dean: What?
Cindy: I said, can you drive?
Dean: What do you mean? What kind of question is that? Of course I can drive. I know how to drive.
Cindy: Fuck you. Yeah, I'm more of a man than you are, you fucking cunt.
Dean: Be a man, what is that shit? You want me to be a man? I'll go be a man.
[tosses equipment in the room]
Dean: Is this what a man does?
Dean: You don't even care if I, fucking, can drive. You'd love it if I got in a God-damned accident, wouldn't you?
Cindy: Yeah, I'd love it. I'd just love it. You're so right. You're so right about everything.
Dean: Huh? That's the point. You don't have any God-damned time anymore. It all goes to this fucking place. And these fucking people don't give a shit about you, do they? Hey!
Cindy: I can't do this, I can't take this shit. Dean, I cannot take this shit anymore. I cannot take this shit.
Cindy: I knew you were a fuckin' asshole.
Cindy: What are you doing here?
Dean: Oh, you're awful friendly right now, aren't you?
Cindy: I'm just surprised to see you.
Dean: Oh, is this where all the smiles happen? This the smile room, huh? Take off, you leave me, you don't tell me what's going on. I was so God-damned worried, I thought something might've happened to Frankie. I don't know what the hell happened.

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