One Day


 * [first lines; 15th July 2006 – Emma is swimming then riding a bike, then we go back to the same day in 1988, Emma and Dexter are celebrating their college graduation with friends]
 * Dexter: You know, we’ve never actually met.
 * Emma: Actually, we have, several times.
 * Dexter: Oh, have we?
 * Emma: You gatecrashed my Birthday party, called me Julie and split red wine down my top.
 * Dexter: Ouch. Well, I’m sorry about that.
 * Emma: No, not at all! You were delightful.
 * Dexter: Oh, was I?
 * Emma: No! No, you weren’t.
 * Dexter: Look, uh…if you’re not Julie, then…
 * Emma: I’m Emma.
 * Dexter: Emma.
 * Emma: Emma Morley.
 * Dexter: Emma Morley. Listen, I’ll…I’ll walk you home.
 * [back at Emma’s place they start making out]
 * Emma: So, what are you gonna be when you’re, I don’t know, forty?
 * [they start to get undressed]
 * Dexter: Forty?
 * Emma: Mm-hmm.
 * Dexter: Can I say famous? Horribly rich.
 * Emma: Terrible! You’re so…you’re so terrible.
 * Dexter: Where are you going?
 * Emma: I’m just gonna go brush my teeth. You know, booze and fags.
 * Dexter: I don’t mind.
 * Emma: I do.
 * [she puts on a record]
 * Dexter: Listen, I won’t be a minute. No playing with yourself while I’m gone.
 * [Emma comes back from the bathroom in her underwear only wearing graduation gown to find Dexter getting dressed]
 * Emma: Oh, you’re going!
 * Dexter: Well, you know, it’s getting light out. I thought I could just…
 * Emma: You should go if you wanna go. There’s no point in…
 * Dexter: I just thought you might wanna get some sleep.
 * Emma: It’s very light. Should get some sleep. No! No! Go!
 * Dexter: I don’t have to go.
 * Emma: Go! I’m not bothered. Sneak off!
 * Dexter: I wasn’t sneaking off.
 * Emma: Sneak off. Jump out the window for all I care.
 * Dexter: I wasn’t sneaking off!
 * Emma: It’s five floors if you don’t mind.
 * Dexter: Look! Fine! Fine! Fine! Look, I’ll stay. Alright? I’ll stay.
 * [he takes his trousers off again]
 * [after Dexter decides to stay and spend the night with her]
 * Emma: Sorry, I’m no good at this. It’s just, whenever I go to bed with someone I always end up either laughing or weeping and it could be nice to go for something in between.
 * Dexter: Look, uh…that’s fine. That’s fine. Maybe we could just be friends.
 * Emma: Okay. Friends.
 * [she puts on a t-shirt and gets into bed with him]
 * [as they try to sleep in each other’s arms]
 * Dexter: Of course, you know, it’s, uh…St. Swithen’s day today, don’t you?
 * Emma: Mm…what is?
 * Dexter: Today. St. Swithen’s day, the fifteenth of July.
 * Emma: How do you know that?
 * Dexter: Well, he…he was buried in Manchester cathedral, which is where I went to school.
 * Emma: Well, la-di-da.
 * [Dexter laughs]
 * Dexter: La-di-da! Well, you know there’s a poem. If on St. Swithen’s day at the thrane, something, something, something, remain.
 * Emma: Dexter, that’s beautiful.
 * [they both laugh]
 * Dexter: Shut up.
 * Emma: Let’s get some sleep. But, Dex?
 * Dexter: Yeah.
 * Emma: If it doesn’t rain, do you wanna do something? Me and you?
 * Dexter: Mm-hmm.
 * [15th July 1989 – Dexter helps Emma move into an apartment in London]
 * Dexter: I bet this bed could tell some stories.
 * Emma: Yeah, short stories, horror stories.
 * [referring to the apartment she’s just moved into]
 * Emma: I think I’m going to be very happy here.
 * Dexter: What is that smell?
 * Emma: Onions. Onions and disappointment.
 * Dexter: Right.
 * Emma: No, it’s not that bad. Nothing that a lick of paint and a nuclear warhead can’t fix. I’ve got my typewriter, I’ve got my books, I’m in London. I think it’s going to be alright. I might actually get things done.
 * Dexter: Yeah, you know, you might actually meet someone.
 * Emma: Dex, don’t! Please!
 * Dexter: No! A nice guy.
 * Emma: Dex! Dex! No! I…
 * Dexter: Sensitive, wears a cardigan.
 * Emma: Dex, I told you I’m not interested in any of that.
 * Dexter: Matching glasses. Matching opinions.
 * [he laughs at her]
 * Emma: You know, I’m actually glad you’re going to India.
 * Dexter: Good. Cause I’m leaving. I’ve gotta catch my flight.
 * Emma: Already?
 * Dexter: Yeah, I’m sorry.
 * Emma: Go on then. Find yourself.
 * [he picks up her typewriter]
 * Dexter: Keep sending me those letters. Long ones.
 * Emma: I will.
 * Dexter: And have fun, Em.
 * Emma: Of course.
 * Dexter: It is allowed.
 * Emma: You know, I’ve got a feeling that this time next you’re gonna take London by storm.
 * [15th July 1990 – Emma is working as a waitress at a Mexican restaurant]
 * Customer: What is the difference between…
 * Emma: A tortilla is either corn or wheat, but a corn tortilla folded and filled is a taco, whereas a filled wheat tortilla is a burrito. A deep fried burrito is a chimichanga. Toasted tortilla, it’s a tostada, roll it, it’s an enchilada.
 * Customer: Is there any chance you could repeat that?