Synecdoche, New York

00:00:41 - 7:45 on this beautiful, almost balmy 22nd of September in Schenectady.

00:04:48 Fuck!

00:08:28 I know what a neurologist is.

00:13:02 - Yeah? - Yeah.

00:17:57 You know...

00:22:55 Great. Be a fucking tool of suburban, blue-haired...

00:28:30 - Better? - It's called Getting Better.

00:34:28 You don't even know.

00:38:55 You see, the idea is to do a massive theater piece.

00:43:33 - Hey. - Hi, Caden.

00:47:31 I mean, we've had Ariel. I think people know that we've fucked.

00:52:45 As you're telling him this, you realize you're attracted to him.

00:57:57 They said it was the longest...

01:03:46 - I caused an outbreak of conjunctivitis. - Oh, God.

01:08:58 I mean, there's no one who stares the truth in the face like she does.

01:14:42 Hi, Adele. Relined the cabinets.

01:19:05 A green jacket. A walk with my father.

01:24:52 Phillip was colicky. I was up all night.

01:29:24 That's what I tried to tell him.

01:33:55 I mean, can you understand loneliness?

01:38:22 I breathe your name in every exhalation.

01:43:27 Yeah, probably.

01:48:27 ...I feel so fucking sad.

01:54:00 ...and it will continue to hold shoes and dresses and boxes...