Clementine: Joely? 
Joel: yeah, Tangerine? 
Clementine: am I ugly? when I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter. so, I’m eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. my favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call ‘Clementine’ and I keep yelling at her, “you can’t be ugly! be pretty!”. it’s weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.