JJ

Julie And Julia Script



Repeat after me, okay?
Oh, Paul, leave me alone.


- Bon appetit.
- Bon appetit.


Butter.


Oh, my goodness.


You have to taste this.


Here.


I mean... It's...

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- I know.
- But I'm...


I know. I know. I know.


Look at that! Oh, Paul, it's so beautiful!


Slow down.


Sorry.


This is it. Look, right... Just stop.


I can't believe we get to live here.


Paul!

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Is this a mistake?
Should we have stayed in Brooklyn?


We're gonna love Queens.
Queens is beautiful.


Moving truck's here.


You okay?


- Everything is falling down.
- Hey.


What are we doing here?


Repeat after me.


- Nine hundred square feet.
- Nine hundred square feet.

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Plus, it's close to your office.


Plus, it's close to my office,
but we don't have to move.


We could renege on the lease,
repack everything and live in the Jeep.


You're right. You're right.


- Eric, what is that noise?
- What noise?


Is it going to be like this every night?


Maybe.

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Jule?


It's Versailles.


I'm so happy you like it, darling.


Good morning,
Lower Manhattan Development Corporation,


LMDC.


Lower Manhattan Development Corporation,
Julie Powell.


- My son died in the second tower.
- I'm sorry.


I'm so sorry.

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Are you the person to speak to
if I don't like the plan for the memorial


- that was in this morning's Times?
- You can speak to me.


- Do you have any power?
- No.


I wanna speak to someone with power.
I don't like the plan.


I don't like the plan either.


You people are a bunch of
heartless bureaucratic goons.


I am not a heartless bureaucratic goon.

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I am just a person in a cubicle,
and I am doing the best I can, ma'am.


This is my sixth phone call
and the only thing anyone ever tells me is


I have to fill out a form to get in line
for an insurance payment.


And you do. But, I mean, if you don't wanna
fill out a form I will fill one out for you,


but you're still going to have to come in
and sign it.


- To your cubicle?
- Yes.


I feel terrible about what you're going

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through, Mr. Diamond, but...


You have no idea what I'm going
through, Ms. Powell. You have no idea.


- Please don't yell at me.
- This whole thing is completely inefficient.


- Please stop yelling at me.
- It's ridiculous.


- My 3-year-old is more capable of helping.
- I am your friend.


And now the doctor says there's fiberglass
in his lungs.


He coughs. He never stops coughing.
I don't know what to do.

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His wife says there's so much crap
in his lungs he can't breathe,


and now his insurance is refusing to pay
for this drug that might really work.


- Tell her to call the Health Department.
- That's an answering machine.


Andrea Gomez in the mayor's office.


Thank you. Thank you.


Chocolate cream pie.


- You know what I love about cooking?
- What's that?

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I love that after a day when nothing is sure,


and when I say "nothing" I mean nothing,
you can come home and absolutely know


that if you add egg yolks to chocolate
and sugar and milk,


it will get thick. It's such a comfort.


Bad day?


When will this pie be ready?


Soon, but I have to make
the whipped cream first and let it set.


I'll be here. It's a masterpiece.

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