The Notebook Page #2

I don't have a lot of time.

- You're busy?

- Mm-hmm.

I have a very

strict schedule.

My days are all

planned out.

I get up in the morning... breakfast,

math tutor, Latin tutor, lunch,

tennis lessons, dance lessons...

sometimes both...

French tutor, piano lesson,

then I eat dinner.

And after dinner

I spend time with my family.

And then I... I catch up

on some reading.

Wow.

Sounds like the road

to success.

Oh, you bet.

We're applying

to all these colleges...

umm... Radcliffe, Sarah Lawrence...

those are the ones we want.

- And who's we?

- What?

You just said,

"The ones that we want."

Oh, Mom and Daddy.

We decide

everything together.

Everything?

No, not everything.

But the important

things, yes.

And then everything else,

you get to decide all by yourself?

- Don't be rude.

- I'm sorry.

Just trying to figure out

what you do for fun.

What do you mean?

I mean...

I don't know,

I mean all those things

are things you

have to do, right?

So what do you do

because you want to?

I just told ya.

I don't know.

This surprises me.

Why?

I just always figured

you were kinda...

Kinda what?

Just...

- Free.

- What?

Free.

I am free.

You don't seem like it.

Well, I am.

Come here,

I want to show you something.

- Noah, what are you doing?

- Just come on.

- You're gonna get run over.

- By all the cars?

My Dad and I used

to come out here

and lay down and watch

the lights change.

And watch them go

from green to red to yellow.

You could try it,

if you wanted to.

- No.

- Why not?

Because I don't know...

will you just get up?

That's your problem,

you know that?

You don't do

what you want.

Okay.

What happens

if a car comes?

- We die.

- What?

Just relax.

Just trust.

You need to learn

how to trust.

Okay.

- Painting.

- Hmm?

You asked me

what I do for me.

- What now?

- I love to paint.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Huh.

Most of the time, I have all these

thoughts bouncing around in my head.

But with a brush

in my hand,

the world just gets

kinda quiet.

Get out of the street!

Are you okay?

Why are you laughing?

Oh, that was fun.

Do you want

to dance with me?

Sure.

- Now?

- Mm-hmm.

- Here?

- Mm-hmm.

Not supposed to dance

in the middle of the street.

Who said dance

in the street?

And we don't

have any music.

Well,

we'll make some.

# Bum bum #

# Bum bum bum #

# Bum #

# Bum bum #

# Bum bum bum

bum bum. #

You're a terrible singer.

I know.

But I like this song.

# I'll be seeing you #

# In all the old #

# Familiar places #

# That this heart

of mine #

# Embraces #

# All day

and through #

# In that small cafe #

# The park

across the way #

# The children's

carousel #

- # The chestnut trees... #

- Southern summers

are indifferent

to the trials of young love.

- # The wishing well #

- Armed with warnings and doubts,

Noah and Allie gave a remarkably

convincing portrayal of a boy and a girl

traveling down

a very long road

with no regard

for the consequences.

They fell in love,

didn't they?

- Yes, they did.

- Good.

I like this kind

of story. Go on.

After that night,

Allie and Noah spent

every waking hour together.

And soon

they were inseparable.

- Noah, come on.

- Your boat cannot beat me there.

- That's really nice.

- Mmm, mmm, mmm...

"Beautiful dripping fragments.

The negligent list

of one after another,

as I happen to call

them to me.

Or drink to them.

The real poems,

what we call poems,

being merely pictures.

The poems of the privacy of the night.

And of men like me.

This poem,

drooping shy and unseen,

that I always carry.

And that all men carry."

Not bad for Whitman.

Hey, look,

we got a visitor.

I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to interrupt.

Well, don't apologize,

come on up here, darling.

We could use a little something here

besides the smell of lumber.

Dad,

this is Allison Hamilton.

Allison,

I'm glad to meet you.

- Allie.

- Allie.

Pleased to meet you,

Mr. Calhoun.

Well Mr. Calho...

What, am I old or something?

You can call me Frank.

- Here, come in and have a seat.

- Okay.

So, Allie.

Well, yeah, she is pretty, son.

- Yes.

- She's a lot prettier than you let on.

- Oh, is that right?

- No, it's not right.

Don't believe what he says.

- What is this you got?

- Umm, I... uh, I just...

I brought you something.

Let me see.

Let's have a look.

- Did you do this?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, that's beautiful.

Look at that.

That's a damn picture there.

Well, I know just where we can

put that, thank you.

Oh, that was

a lovely poem.

What was it?

- El...

- Whitman.

See when he was a little kid

he used to stutter real bad.

- Dad...

- So... well, you did.

- I didn't know that.

- God. I stammered.

Stammered, stutter,

what's the difference?

Couldn't understand

a damn thing he said.

So, I got him to read me poetry

out loud.

It wasn't

very pretty at first,

but then his stutter

went away.

Well, it's a good idea,

that poetry.

- Yeah, I thought so.

- Huh?

Unbelievable,

unbelievable.

I'm a Tennyson man,

myself, but he likes Whitman...

For some reason,

I don't know.

Say, how would you like some breakfast?

Would you like some breakfast?

- Breakfast?

- Yeah.

- Dad, it's 10:
00.

- What's that got to do with it?

You can have pancakes

any damn time of night you want.

- Come on, you want some breakfast?

- Sure.

It was an improbable romance.

He was a country boy.

She was from the city.

She had the world

at her feet,

while he didn't have

two dimes to rub together.

Noah, come on.

Whoo!

Look at us.

What are we doing?

Do you think in another life,

I could have been a bird?

What do you mean?

Like reincarnation.

I don't know.

I think I could.

Say I'm a bird.

No.

- Don't do it.

- Say I'm a bird.

Stop it. Stop it now.

- You're not.

- Say it!

- You're a bird.

- Yeah.

Now say

you're a bird too.

If you're a bird,

I'm a bird.

- Come on, darling.

- What are you doing?

Don't.

Don't!

Here we go,

on the count of three, okay?

Real easy,

on three, ready?

- Okay, okay.

- One...

- Two... two...

- two...

...three!

- No! I can't.

Get in the water!

- Get in! I'm sorry.

- Come on, chicken.

Get in the water, baby.

Baby, would you get in.

- Get in the water.

- I can't.

- Go!

- Get in the water!

- One...

- Come on, jump.

- Two...

- Three.

Keep 'em together!

No, no, no.

- Get to your place.

- Down here.

And move.

And keep it.

No, don't move it!

I don't understand

what you're talking about.

They didn't agree on much.

In fact, they rarely agreed on

everything. They fought all the time.

- Don't kick me!

- Don't push me.

And they challenged

each other every day.

But despite

their differences,

they had one

important thing in common.

They were crazy

about each other.

Okay,

I have to go.

- No.

- Yes, I do.

Allie.

Daddy.

Oh, Daddy you're...

I didn't see you there.

You kinda scared me.

Becoming friendly

with that boy down there.

Yes.

Bring him

to the house on Sunday.

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