I want to enjoy my little time left with you...

Joel:

I'm done, Clem. I'm just going to ride it out. 

 Hiding is clearly not working.

Clem: Yeah.

Joel:

I want to enjoy my little time left with you.

Clem: 

This is our first "date" date.

Joel:

Do you remember what we talked about?

Clem: 

Naomi, I guess.

Joel: Yeah.

Clem: 

What was I wearing?

Joel:

God, I should know. Your hair was red. 

I remember it matched the wallpaper.

Clem: Egad, were you horrified?

Joel: 

No! I think you were wearing that black dress, 

y'know, with the buttons.

Clem:

No, you were with me when I bought that. 

At that place on East 6th. It was later.

Joel:

Right. Something black though.

Clem:

I'll buy that. Black's always good.

Joel:

We did talk about Naomi.

Clem:

I said: Are you sure? You seem unsure.

Joel:

I'm sure, I said.

Clem:

But you weren't. I could tell.

Joel:

I was so nervous. 

 I remember I couldn't think of anything to say. 

 There were long silences.

I thought I was foolish. 

 I thought I'd mistaken infatuation for love. 

 You said:

Clem:

So what. Infatuation is good, too.

Joel:

And I didn't have an argument.