Letters to Juliet

Sophie:
(reading Claire's letter to Juliet, not quite the same as the prop, q.v.) I didn't go to him, Juliet. I didn't go to Lorenzo. His eyes were so full of trust. I promised I'd meet him and run away together because my parents don't approve. But, instead, I left him waiting for me below our tree, waiting and wondering where I was. I'm in Verona now. I return to London in the morning and I am so afraid. Please, Juliet tell me what I should do. My heart is breaking, and I have no one else to turn to. Love, Claire

Sophie:
I'm sorry, I didn't know love had an expiration date.

Sophie:
(about Claire's letter) I think it's a story worth telling.

Sophie:
It's not supposed to be that way. We're supposed to want to be with each other all the time.

Claire:
(reading Sophie's letter as Juliet to Claire) Dear Claire, "What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like: love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for, but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I'd have the courage to seize it. And Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet

Claire:
(to Sophie) Charlie doesn't approve, which makes it all the more fun.

Claire:
Charlie, say you're sorry.

Claire:
(about Sophie to Charlie) Her mother chose to leave her. You always knew your parents loved you.

Claire:
(to Charlie) How many Sophies do you think there are on this planet? Don't wait fifty years like I did.

Charlie:
Because the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, deeply, truly, passionately in love with you.

Charlie:
It's over! Done! We've found Nemo!

Charlie:
(about Juliet) I would have grabbed her from that blasted balcony and been done with it.

Charlie:
(to Sophie) So, isn't your future fiance starting to get a tad lonely?

Victor:
This isn't a good time because I'm in the middle of something.

Lorenzo, Sr.:
(upon seeing Claire) I went for a ride as an old man, and came back as a teenager.

Sophie:
So no Lake Garda today?

Victor:
Well, Lake Garda's been there for five hundred thousand years.

Charlie:
(attempting to get Claire to leave) It's been a long day.

Claire:
All right, darling. Have a nice sleep.

Claire:
I think you understand why I'm saying you're a total idiot.

Charlie:
Okay, okay, Gran. Don't sugarcoat it.

Claire:
(smiling) I won't.

Charlie:
Patricia is my cousin.

Sophie:
How is that legal?

Sophie:
(to Victor) We're leaving in twelves hours, and you haven't packed for Verona?

Victor:
Close your eyes. Close your eyes!

Charlie:
(entering the writing room) May I ask which one of you wrote this letter to my grandmother?

Sophie:
I wrote that.

Charlie:
What were you thinking?

Sophie:
She deserved an answer.

Sophie:
So you've come to find your Lorenzo.

Claire:
Yes.

Charlie:
(uninterested) Of course a card or letter is just too simple.

Sophie:
What you do for Claire... it's sweet.

Charlie:
It's just that I'm genuinely worried for her.

Sophie:
You can't go on forever, some point you have to stop.

Charlie:
Then why is it that I feel like a school boy on Sunday? It's nearly tomorrow and I don't want to go.

Sophie:
Me either, and i always liked school.