Ellie: Is this really all they had to worry about? Boys. Movies. Deciding which shirt goes with which skirt. It’s bizarre.
Joel: Get up, we’re leaving. C’mon.
Ellie: And if I say no? [Sits properly.]
Joel: Do you even realize what your life means? Huh? Running off like that. Putting yourself at risk… it’s pretty goddamn stupid.
Ellie: Well, I guess we’re both disappointed with each other then.
Joel: [Walks closer.] What do you want from me?
Ellie: Admit that you wanted to get rid of me the whole time!
Joel: [Pause.] Tommy knows this area better—
Ellie: Agh, fuck that— [She gets up, turning away from Joel.]
Joel: Well, I’m sorry. I trust him better than I trust myself! Is that what you wanna hear?
Ellie: [Turning to face him.] Stop with the bullshit! What are you so afraid of? That I’m gonna end up like Sam? I can’t get infected. I can take care of myself.
Joel: How many close calls have we had?
Ellie: Well, we seem to be doing alright so far.
Joel: [Shouts.] And now you’ll be doing even better with Tommy! [Turns away.]
Ellie: I’m not her, you know.
Joel: [Turns around.] What?
Ellie: Maria told me about Sarah. And I—
Joel: [Sternly] Ellie. [Pause. With an icy rage.] You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.
Ellie: I’m sorry about your daughter, Joel, but I have lost people too.
Joel: [Angered.] You have no idea what loss is.
Ellie: Everyone I have cared for has either died or left me. Everyone— [Pushes Joel.] fucking except for you! [Begins crying.] So don’t tell me that I would be safer with someone else because the truth is I’d just be more scared.
Joel: [Coldly.] You’re right… you’re not my daughter, and I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And we are going our separate ways.