JOEL: (to himself) This is the day we met. You were down by the surf; I could just make you out in the distance. I remember being drawn to you even then. I thought, ‘How odd; I’m drawn to someone’s back…’ You were in that orange sweatshirt that I would come to know so well, even hate eventually. I thought, ‘How cool, an orange sweatshirt…’

CLEMENTINE: “Hi there.”