“Clare to Henry: When I was a teenager I tried to get you to
make love to me, and you never would, which of course made me
much more determined about it. I think you thought you were going
“Henry DeTamble: I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn’t stand losing. But it’s too late for that. It’s not because you’re beautiful and smart. I don’t feel alone anymore. Will you marry me?
Clare Abshire: No. I didn’t mean that. I just wanted to try it, to say it, to assert my own sense of free will, but my free will wants you.
Henry DeTamble: So it’s a yes?
Clare Abshire: Yes, of course”
“Clare: I’m at a loss because I am in love with a man who is
standing before me with no memories of me at all. I’m flooded with
years of knowledge of Henry, while he’s looking at me, perplex”
“Clare at Eight: Are you married?
Henry DeTamble: Yes, I am.
Clare at Eight: Is your wife a time traveler?
Henry DeTamble: No. No, thank God.
Clare at Eight: Do you love her?
Henry DeTamble: Yes. Very much. What’s wrong?
Clare at Eight: Nothing. I was just hoping you’re married to me”