The Time Traveler's Wife Page #3

- Wondering what the draw is.

- Leave her alone.

She's codependent. You thought

she was gonna dodge that bullet?

I don't know.

I just think he's not that cute.

All right,

so can we put the potatoes in yet?

Or do you wanna wait

until the vegetables are done?

CHARISSE:
Where's the pan?

GOMEZ:
How do I know?

CHARISSE:
You can help.

GOMEZ:
I don't even live here.

CHARISSE:
You...

GOMEZ:
First, I'm a man.

Second of all, I'm a guest here.

Are you reading my diary?

Told you that was private.

- I didn't read it.

- Well, it kind of looked like you did.

I was trying to find the dates.

The dates that I go to see you.

So I could tell the little girl in the

meadow. If I'm that important to her...

...I wanted to tell her when I was coming

to see her so she wouldn't have to wait.

Christ, I'm sorry.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I should go.

I'd like you to stay.

[CROWD MURMURING]

WOMAN:

You were there all night.

MAN 1:
Come on, kick his ass.

MAN 2:
Guys, check this out.

[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 3:
Come on, he's a fag. Kick his ass.

MAN 4:
Oh, no.

Come on.

[GRUNTING]

Hey, hey, hey. Break it up, break it up.

- Henry.

- Gomez.

What are you doing?

Goddamn homophobe.

Dude, what in the hell are you wearing?

- What's the date?

- What do you mean, "what's the date?"

- What year?

- What do you mean, "what year?"

- Forget it. I gotta get some clothes.

- Yeah, the pink's not working for you. Hey.

GOMEZ:
What are you doing now?

- Picking a lock.

GOMEZ:
Huh?

- Close the door.

You wanna tell me what the hell's

going on here? What are you on?

Seriously.

Hey, you know, if you have a problem,

maybe I can help.

Yeah, right.

I don't give a sh*t about you,

but Clare I care about.

- Why don't you tell me what this is about?

- You wanna know? I'm gonna tell you.

Because you and I are gonna be friends

for a long time.

You might as well know now.

- Know what?

- I look older, right?

That's because I am.

I've come back to this night

from the future.

I'm a time traveler.

Oh, my God, you are out of your mind.

Started when I was 6 years old.

I have fits. I disappear.

I travel through time.

I've come to this night from 2003.

What year is this?

- 1995. I don't like this.

- I get dislocated in time.

I never know when it's gonna happen

or where I'm gonna end up.

I have to break and enter,

steal clothes from the first person I see.

You name it, I've done it.

Uh-huh.

There's something wrong with you.

Yeah, there is.

But I care about Clare more than you can

imagine, so don't worry about that.

GOMEZ:

Whoa, hey, I'm reassured.

Listen, in the future,

do Charisse and I get married?

Do I go bald? Does Charisse go bald?

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