I may never get what I want But I'm happy just to die trying And I hope I ain't done nobody wrong But I miss you smiling And I'm looking for a cure cause I'm bored to tears And I'm stuck in here, stuck out here, stuck in here
We lived through another day It's a good excuse to celebrate Take a number knock on wood We'll find a reason to feel good
I know you know I wanna know how I feel I can't even tell I can't even tell I can't even tell I can't even tell
No one knows something about me I'm guessing I'll just keep 'em guessing No one sees what I see This is my blessing And I'm looking for a way to get out of here Get me out of here, out of here, out of here
We lived through another day It's a good excuse to celebrate Take a number knock on wood Find a reason to feel good I know you know you wanna know how I feel I can't even tell I can't even tell I can't even tell I can't even tell
I'm out of here, out of here, out of here I know you know I want to know how I feel I can't tell I know you know I'll tell you if it's real It sounded like a bell I can't even tell I can't even tell
Love for Clerks II - Scenes and Comments (and spoilers)
Be warned. There's spoilers below. If you haven't seen the movie already, well, too fucking bad.
Dante: Are you trying to tell me that you don't believe in love, Beckelah?
Becky: In romantic love? No. Like I love my parents. I love my car. I love you. But romantic love? Hearts and flowers? There's only one person out there for me? Come on, do you know how many people are out there? Odds are, there's always going to be someone whose a better match for you than the person you're going to end up marrying.
Dante: So, based on your theory, there's someone out there better for me than Emma.
Becky: Oh, no, I'm not touching that one.
Dante: Wait a second. You don't think I really love her.
Becky: I think you love what she represents.
Dante: Which is?
Becky: Come on, Dante. She was the type of girl who wouldn't give you the time of day back in high school. Years later, after she's played the field and found out how unsatisfying the so-called hotties are, she's finally gone with someone who looks --
Dante: Oh my God, you're gonna say fugly, aren't you?
Becky: Unconventional!
Dante: Nice backpedal.
Becky: Thank you. It took her a few years to figure out that thing that every mother tries to teach their little girl but she has to figure out on her own, that guys that look like you have a lot more to offer because you'll always try harder than the pretty boy.
Dante: What am I, some hideous fucking chud over here?
Becky: No, you're a catch... kind of. And Emma's a catch, too. Because not only is she pretty, she'll make all your decisions for you -- which is lucky because you're pretty terrible at making decisions.
Dante: So, my last day is all about you telling me what a ugly, indecisive loser I am.
Becky: Come on, you worked at Quick Stop for like a decade, and you worked here for a year almost, and since day one at both jobs all you've said is how you have to get out and start your life. And it wasn't until Emma walked in the door and was like "Come to Florida with me and I'll fuck your brains out, and my daddy will give you a job..." that you actually did something about it, and I get it. She's your golden ticket.
Dante: So, uh... What's that make you?
I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I love Kevin Smith's writing. The above scene really draws you in to build Dante in his current state and completely create Becky, showing that even if Randal is Dante's counterpart, Becky and Dante are just as close. Soulmates, as they say. It's a connection I wish I could end up with at some point in my life, and maybe be able to complete the projects which are currently faint impulses in my brain. Then again, that's probably just me falling into what images the media displays to keep the economy going. (Did I just entropy?)
I've watched Clerks II four times in the past three days, and this movie is amazingly heavy, donkey show aside. It says a lot of things that have gone through my mind. I'm nearing my thirties (I turn twenty-eight in roughly three weeks), and sometimes, I feel like I'm still spinning my wheels in my life. I'm still evaluating people and friendships, trying not to rock the boat, and yet still falling into the water.
I'll probably have several moments like the following scene. After all, I've been on the verge of it several times, why not follow through?
Either way, I wish I could write this well.
Dante: I'm going to smooth things over with Emma, go to Florida, and start my Randal Graves-free existence. And... they to forget these last thirty-three years ever happened.
Randal: So, that's the way you see all this time we've spent together?
[beat]
Randal: That's weird, man. I thought you were the only guy in the world got me, and had my back. The only person who'd take a bullet for me because I assumed you felt about me the same way I feel about you. Then, all of a sudden one day, you're like "I'm moving! Bye!" Do you know what that's been like for me?
[beat]
Randal: I'm looking at a future which sucks because you aren't going to be in it anymore. And you're not even throwing me over for a life that means something to you -- It's just this stupid, hollow existence you think you should embrace because you're getting old or something, because it's the kind of life everyone else goes after.
[beat]
Randal: You're a fucking drone, dude.
Dante: Fine. Then the next friend whose life you ruin can be a totally free spirit. How's that?
Randal: You think I want to start making friends at my age? Christ. Who would want me as their friend? I hate everyone and everything seems stupid to me. But you were always the counter-balance to that. The guy who was the Yin to my Yang. Now, what the fuck am I going to do for the rest of my life? I mean, shit. I really wish you would have told me this when I first met you, that one day you were going to bail on our friendship. Because if I'd known you were going flake on me a few decades later, I would have never bothered with your ass in the first place.
Jay: Jesus, why don't you two just fuck and get it over with already?
Dante: Why can't you ever say something useful for a change?
Jay: Well, what the fuck you waiting for? That's your cue, man.
Silent Bob: I got nothin'.
Jay: Jesus fucking Christ, what good are you, you mute fuck!?
Silent Bob: You know what? That hurts. What do you ever add to the proceedings? You got like one answer for everything! "Pussy, man!"
Randal: Oh, well then you must love this fucking guy. He's the biggest pussy I ever met. The due who lives his life according to everyone else's standards. "I've gotta go to Florida and get married because that's what's expected of me!" And the fucking insane part is he ain't even that crazy about the chick he's marrying or Florida -- never mind the fact that he's got a perfectly good chick right here in Jersey who he's nuts about, and even Anne fucking Frank can see she's nuts about him -- God knows why.
[beat]
Randal: And she likes you for who you are, man. She's not trying to stuff you into a box you'll never fit into! Not to mention the fact that she's carrying your hideous fucking chud of a kid. Jesus, if you had any sense whatsoever, you'd fucking stop trying to bray it up with the rest of the sheep, and live your life the way it made sense for you, you fucking ass!
Dante: Oh yeah? And what's that? You obviously have such a great handle on your life -- Tell me what you would do if you were in my position? Or even what you'd do in your own position? Swing that judgmental pendulum back the other way, and tell me how you'd solve all your problems, Asshole -- What the fuck would the great Randal Graves do if he were half the master of his destiny that I'm supposed to be?!
