Noah Quotes

[Jesse]

Man: So what do you do Noah?
Noah: I work at the lumberyard.
Man: How much do you make at your job?
Noah: Forty cents an hour.

Allie: Noah?
Noah: I don’t see how it’s going to work.

Allie: Why didn’t you write me? I waited for you for seven years.
Noah: I wrote you everyday for a year.

Noah: Who’s this girl with Sarah?

Noah: You wanna dance with me?
Allie: No
Noah: Why not?
Allie: Because I don’t want to
Friend#2: Noah? She’s with us.
Friend#3: Hey Allie, you wanna ride the Ferris wheel?
Allie: I’d love to
Friend#3: Alright.
*walks past Noah*
Friend#3: Excuse me.
*They all walk away, leaving Noah alone*

Sarah: Get down Noah! You’re going to kill yourself!
Man: Cut it out
Noah: Well, will you go out with me?
Allie: What? No!
Noah: Hmm?
Allie: No!
Noah: No?
Man: Hey pal, she just told you.
Noah: Why not?
Allie: I don’t know – because I don’t want to?
Sarah: Noah?
Noah: Alright, well you leave me with no other choice then *drops one hand from the ferris wheel*
Allie: Ahh!
Man: Oh my god!
Sarah: I’m not kidding Noah! Stop foolin’ around!
Man: What are you doing?
Noah: I’m going to ask you one more time. Will you, or will you not – go out with me? Dang – my hand’s slippin’
Sarah: *unclear* the bar you idiot!
Noah: Not until she agrees!
Finn: Aw go out with him honey!
Allie: Okay, Okay! Fine, I’ll go out with you.
Man: What?
Noah: No, don’t do me any favors
Allie: No, no. I want to.
Man: You want to?
Allie: Yes!
Noah: Say it.
Allie: I wanna go out with you.
Noah: Say it again.
Allie: I wanna go out with you!!
Noah: *grabs hold of the bar with his other hand* Alright, alright, we’ll go out.

Noah: What are you doing tonight?
Allie: What?
Noah: Or tomorrow night, or this weekend, whenever.
Allie: Why?
Noah: Why? Our date…
Allie: What date?
Noah: The date that you agreed to?
Allie: No!
Noah: Yes you did. You promised and you swore it.
Allie: Well I guess I changed my mind.
Noah: Look, I know when you get some dirty guy walk up to you on the street, you don’t know him. You don’t know me, but--but I know me. And when I see something that I like… I gotta--. I love it. I go-- I mean, I g-go crazy for it
Allie: *laughs* What are you talking about?
Noah: Well…you.
Allie: *laughs* Oh, you’re good.
Noah: What?
Allie: You’re good.
Noah: No, you’re getting me wrong.
Allie: You’re good
Noah: No you’re getting the wrong impression!
Allie: You are. You’re fantastic. You really are. I’m impressed.
Noah: I’m not usually like this, I’m sorry.
Allie: Yes you are.
Noah: I can be fun, if you want. Pensive, uh, smart. Uh, Superstitious, brave, and uh, I can be light on my feet. *does a shoe-shuffle* I can be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you.

Noah: Do you want to dance with me?
Allie: Sure
*gestures his hand*
Allie: Now?
Noah: Mm-hmm.
Allie: Here?
Noah: Mm-hmm.
Allie: We’re not supposed to dance in the middle of the street.
Noah: ___ dancing in the street (unclear)
Allie: *laughs* Hey, we don’t have any music.
Noah: You know, we’ll make some (?)
*starts ‘singing*
Allie: You’re a terrible singer
Noah: I know
Allie: But I like this song
*Billie Holliday’s ‘I’ll be seeing you plays’*
Lyrics: (during the scene)
I’ll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through

Noah: Baby? Would you -- *laughs*
Sarah: Get in the water!
Allie: I can’t!
Sarah: Go!
Noah: Get in the water!
All: One, Two, Three!!
Allie: *screams as she swings on the rope to get into the water*

Noah: Beautiful dripping fragments—the negligent list of one after another, as I happen to call them to me, or drink of them,
The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)
The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me,
This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always carry, and that all men carry,
Dad: Not bad for Whitman. Hey, looks like you got a visitor.
Allie: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt
Dad: Well don’t apologize, come on up here darling. We could use a little something around here besides the smell of lumber.
*laughs*
Noah: Dad, this is Allison Hamilton.
Dad: Allison, I’m glad to meet you.
Allie: Allie –
Dad: Allie…
Allie: Pleased to meet you Mr. Calhoun
Dad: Wha--Mr. Calhoun? What am I old or something? You can call me Frank. Come on over, have a seat.
Allie: Okay.
Dad: So, Allie, she is pretty son!
Noah: Yes.
Dad: She’s a lot prettier than you lead on
Allie: Oh, is that right?
Noah: No it’s not right, don’t believe what he says
Dad: What is this you got here?
Allie: Um…I…I ju-I just brought you something
Dad: Let’s see, let’s have a look. Did you do this?
Allie: Mm-hmm.
Dad: Well that’s beautiful, look at that. That’s a damn picture there.
Noah and Allie: *laugh*
Dad: Well I know just where we can put that. Thank you.
Allie: That was a lovely poem. What was it?
Noah: That was-
Dad: Whitman. See, when *laugh* when he was a little kid, he used to stutter real bad—
Noah: Dad?
Dad: Well he did!
Allie: I didn’t know that.
Noah: God! I stammered.
Dad: Stammer – Stutter, what’s the difference? Couldn’t understand a damn thing he said so I got him to read me poetry out loud. It wasn’t pretty at first, but then, the stutter went away!
Allie: Oh, that’s a good idea that poetry.
Dad: Yeah, I thought so.
Noah: Unbelievable
*laughs*
Noah: Unbelievable.
Dad: I’m a Tennessee man myself, but he likes Whitman for some reason, I don’t know.
*laughs*
Dad: Say, how would you like some breakfast? Would you like some breakfast?
Allie: Breakfast?
Dad: Yeah.
Noah: Dad…its 10 o’clock.
Dad: What’s that got to do with it? You can have pancakes any damn time of night you want. C’mon. You want some breakfast?
Allie: Sure

[Jesse]

Allie: I want a big ol’ porch that wraps around the entire house.
Noah: Oh.
Allie: We can drink tea, and watch the sun go down.
Noah: Okay.
Allie: You promise?
Noah: *nods* I promise
Allie: Good.

Noah: I’m gonna go.
Allie: No, I don’t want you to go.
Noah: I gotta think about some stuff
Allie: What do you gotta think about? Huh? Come ‘ere, talk to me. Talk to me!
Noah: About what? You wa – you’re goin’ away! You’re leaving… and I’m stayin’ here. And I’m so happy that you’re doin’ that. You’re gonna have a million things to do…
Allie: No, don’t
Noah: …You’ve got so much ahead of you…
Allie: Don’t talk like that
Noah: It’s true! I’m not going to have nice things; Fancy things. It’s doesn’t – It’s never gonna happen for me. It’s not in the cards for me.
Allie: I don’t have to go to school okay?
Noah: Yes you do!
Allie: I can stay here.
Noah: No! You see? That’s exactly what I’m talkin’ about
Allie: Then you can come with me.
Noah: To New York?
Allie: Yes
Noah: What am I gonna do in New York?
Allie: Be with me…

Noah: We don’t gotta (have to) figure all of this out tonight. We’ll finish off the summer and we’ll see what happens.
Allie: So you mean you want to break it off?
Noah: I’m saying we see how it goes later on.
Allie: *gasp* Are you breaking up with me?
Noah: I don’t see how it’s going to work…
Allie: *gasp* Well see…
Noah: * walks away to his truck*
Allie: Please don’t do this. You don’t mean it. Oh hell, well if you’re going to do it, why wait until the summer ends? Huh? Why don’t you just do it right now? Huh? Come on! Come on!
Noah: Would you…
Allie: Do it. Do it! *grunts* *slaps Noah across the face* Do it! *screams in anger* *continues with the slapping* Stop it! Oh! You know what; I’m going to do it. It’s over. Okay? It’s over. Don’t touch me. I hate you. I hate you. So why don’t you just go? Now! Leave! *screams in anger and frustration and kicks the truck*
Noah: *drives away*
Allie: Oh no, just wait a minute; we’re not really breaking up, are we? Come on. This is just a fight we’re having and tomorrow it’ll be like it never happened right?

Allie: Why didn’t you write me? Why? It wasn’t over for me. I waited for you for seven years, now it’s too late.
Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year
Allie: You wrote me?
Noah: Yes!
Allie: You-you...
Noah: It wasn’t over. It still isn’t over.

Allie: So what?
Noah: So it’s not going to be easy. It’s going to be really hard. And we’re going to have to work at this every day but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you forever. You and me; Everyday. Will you do something for me? Please? You – just picture your life for me, 30 years from now, 40 years from now – what’s it look like? If it’s with that guy, go. Go! I lost you once; I think I could do it again, if I though that was what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out.
Allie: What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.
Noah: Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want – what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want? What do you want?
Allie: It’s not that simple. It’s --
Noah: What…do you want?