Dear John Quotes
A romantic drama about a soldier who falls for a conservative college student while he's home on leave.
John Tyree: You're starting to make me a little nervous.
Savannah Curtis: Why am I starting to make you nervous?
John Tyree: Because I'm starting to think you might be too good of a person for me.
Savannah Curtis: Oh. No, I'm not that good of a person.
John Tyree: You're sneaking off every day to do manual labor on a house for charity. On your spring break.
Savannah Curtis: Yeah, you're right. It's selfish, really, me being this generous.
John Tyree: But no, seriously. You don't drink, you don't smoke.
Savannah Curtis: Nope. Nope.
John Tyree: You probably don't sleep around.
Savannah Curtis: Absolutely not.
John Tyree: Okay, look, you gotta have a fault.
Savannah Curtis: I do.
John Tyree: Okay, care to enlighten me?
Savannah Curtis: I curse.
John Tyree: No, you don't.
Savannah Curtis: Yes, I do.
John Tyree: I haven't heard you.
Savannah Curtis: Well, that's because it's in my mind. There's a never-ending stream of curse words that I'm thinking at all times.
John Tyree: Okay, fine, just say one then.
Savannah Curtis: No, I can't tell you because it's filthy.
John Tyree: Right.
Savannah Curtis: Yeah.
John Tyree: Okay, all right. Fair enough.
Savannah Curtis: No, I have faults, John. Trust me, I have plenty of them. You'll see.
Savannah Curtis: I hope so.
Savannah Curtis: Why am I starting to make you nervous?
John Tyree: Because I'm starting to think you might be too good of a person for me.
Savannah Curtis: Oh. No, I'm not that good of a person.
John Tyree: You're sneaking off every day to do manual labor on a house for charity. On your spring break.
Savannah Curtis: Yeah, you're right. It's selfish, really, me being this generous.
John Tyree: But no, seriously. You don't drink, you don't smoke.
Savannah Curtis: Nope. Nope.
John Tyree: You probably don't sleep around.
Savannah Curtis: Absolutely not.
John Tyree: Okay, look, you gotta have a fault.
Savannah Curtis: I do.
John Tyree: Okay, care to enlighten me?
Savannah Curtis: I curse.
John Tyree: No, you don't.
Savannah Curtis: Yes, I do.
John Tyree: I haven't heard you.
Savannah Curtis: Well, that's because it's in my mind. There's a never-ending stream of curse words that I'm thinking at all times.
John Tyree: Okay, fine, just say one then.
Savannah Curtis: No, I can't tell you because it's filthy.
John Tyree: Right.
Savannah Curtis: Yeah.
John Tyree: Okay, all right. Fair enough.
Savannah Curtis: No, I have faults, John. Trust me, I have plenty of them. You'll see.
Savannah Curtis: I hope so.
John Tyree: There's something I wanna tell you. After I got shot, you wanna know the very first thing that entered my mind? Before I blacked out? Coins. I'm eight years old again on a tour of the U.S. Mint. I'm listening to a guy explain how coins are made. How they're punched out of sheet metal. How they're rimmed and beveled. How they're stamped and cleaned. And how each and every batch of coin are personally examined just in case any of them slipped though with the slightest imperfection. That's what popped into my head. I'm a Coin of the United States Army. I was minted in the year 1980. I've been punched from sheet metal. I've been stamped and cleaned. My edges have been rimmed and beveled. But now I have two small holes in me. I'm no longer in perfect condition.
Savannah Curtis: The problem with time, I've learned, whether it's those first two weeks I got to spend with you, or the final two months I got to spend with him, eventually time always runs out. I have no idea where you are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I lost the right to know these things long ago. No matter how many years go by, I know one thing to be as true as ever was - I'll see you soon then.
