The Fault in Our Stars Quotes: Sophisticated Weepie(Total Quotes: 121)
Directed by: Josh Boone
Scott Neustadter (screenplay)
Michael H. Weber (screenplay)
John Green (book)
Shailene Woodley – Hazel Grace Lancaster
Ansel Elgort – Augustus Waters
Nat Wolff – Isaac
Laura Dern – Frannie Lancaster
Sam Trammell – Michael Lancaster
Mike Birbiglia – Patrick
Lotte Verbeek – Lidewij Vliegenthart
Willem Dafoe – Peter van Houten
Milica Govich – Mrs. Waters
David Whalen – Mr. Waters
Ana Dela Cruz – Dr. Maria
Emily Peachey – Monica
Emily Bach – Monica’s mom
Randy Kovitz – Dr. Simmons
David Whalen – Gus’ Dad
Milica Govich – Gus’ Mom
OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★★☆
Based on the bestselling book of same the name by John Green The Fault in Our Stars quotes are a sophisticated weepie which pulls you in with its strong dialogue and two charismatic lead performances. The story follows teenager Hazel Grace Lancaster who has terminal lung cancer who is then saved by an experimental treatment. Fearing that Hazel is suffering from depression she is pressured by her parents to join a support group for young cancer patients where she meets cancer survivor Augustus Waters. As Hazel and Augustus strike up a fast friendship they soon find themselves falling in love and planning to love each other forever when ultimately time catches up with them.
The wry adapted screenplay and restrained direction keeps this movie from falling into saccharine sweet sentimentality that many cancer dramas fall into the trap of. The whole casting is pretty much on the money with the chemistry and grounded performances of Woodley and Elgort elevating the whole movie to being much more than just a typical clichéd story about teenagers with cancer.
Verdict: It’s certainly not without flaws and cynics will no doubt scoff at this romanticized tale but the clever directing, thought provoking story, sharp humor and captivating performances of the two leads make this a classy tearjerker with a lovely message about life’s beauty and frailty.
[first lines; Hazel is lying in the grass staring up at the stars]
Hazel: [voice over] I believe we have a choice in this world, about how to tell sad stories. On the one hand, you can sugar coat it, the way they do in movies and romance novels where beautiful people learn beautiful lessons and nothing is too messed up that can’t be fixed with an apology and a Peter Gabriel song. I like that way as much as the next girl, believe me. It’s just not the truth.
[Hazel closes her eyes]
Hazel: [voice over] This is the truth. Sorry.
[Hazel is sat in a doctor’s office with an oxygen tube in her nostrils]
Hazel: [voice over] Late in the Winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided that I was depressed.
[Hazel’s mother, Frannie, is talking to the doctor]
Frannie: She eats like a bird. She barely leaves the house…
Hazel: I am not depressed, Mom.
Frannie: She’s reading the same book over and over.
Dr. Maria: She’s depressed.
Hazel: I’m not depressed!
[Hazel is sat in the mall with Frannie, she watches group of teenage girls talking and laughing]
Hazel: [voice over] The booklets and the web sites always list depression as a side effect of cancer. Depression’s not a side effect of cancer, it’s a side effect of dying. Which is what was happening to me.
[Hazel is lying on her couch at home watching TV when Frannie brings her a tray of food and medicine, next Hazel is sat in a coffee shop reading the book “An Imperial Affliction” by Peter Van Houten when she notices a young couple holding each other and laughing she glances back at the page in her book an looks at the words that have been circled “Pain demands to be felt”]
[back at the doctor’s office]
Dr. Maria: I may switch you to Zoloft. Or Lexapro. And twice a day instead of once.
Hazel: Why stop there?
Dr. Maria: Hmm?
Hazel: Really, just keep ’em coming. I’m like the Keith Richards of cancer kids.
Dr. Maria: Have you been going to that support group I suggested?
Hazel: Yeah, it’s not my thing.
Dr. Maria: Support group’s gonna be a great way for you to connect with people who are…
Hazel: Who are…what?
Dr. Maria: On the same journey.
Hazel: “Journey?” Really?
Dr. Maria: Give it a chance. Who knows? You might even find it enlightening.
[Hazel attends a cancer support group where the person running it just finishes playing the guitar]
Patrick: Alright. You guys ready? We are gathered here today, literally, in the heart of Jesus.
[he kneels down on a massive rug of Jesus]
Patrick: We’re here with JC.
[Hazel tries to hide her smile]
Patrick: Who wants to share their story with the group.
[a girl stands]
Angel: I’m Angel. I have acute myeloid leukemia.
[a boys stands]
Sid: Sid. Acute lymphoblastic leukemia.
[another boy stands]
PJ: Hi. I’m PJ. Um…I have neuroblastoma.
Patrick: I’m Patrick. Testicular.
Hazel: [voice over] I’ll spare you the gory details of Patrick’s ball cancer. Basically, they found it in his nuts, they cut most of it out and he almost died, but he didn’t die. So now here he is, divorced, friendless, living on his parent’s couch, exploiting his cancertastic past in the heart of Jesus, “literally”, to show us that one day, if we’re lucky, we could be just like him.
Patrick: Who’s next?
[no response so he looks across at Hazel]
[Hazel reluctantly stands]
Hazel: Um…I’m Hazel. Uh…thyroid originally but now with quite the impressive satellite colony in my lungs.
Patrick: And…and…and how are you doing?
[to herself as she looks at Patrick thinking of how reply]
Hazel: [voice over] Uh…you mean besides the terminal cancer?
[replying out loud]
Hazel: Alright, I guess.
Patrick: We’re here for you, Hazel.
[Hazel sits back down]
Patrick: Why don’t I play another song?
[Patrick starts playing his guitar and singing]
Patrick: [singing] Christ is our friend and he’ll be there until the end. Christ is our friend and he’ll be there until the end. Rise, rise, rise…
[Hazel looks over to one of the group members, Isaac and he smiles at her as they listen to Patrick sing]
[Hazel leaves the support group building and sees Frannie waiting for her in the parking lot sat in her car, she walks over to the car]
Frannie: Hey, sweet pea.
[Hazel gets into the car]
Frannie: So? Was is awesome?
[Hazel looks at Frannie like she’s crazy]
Frannie: “Yeah, Mom! It was awesome!!
[Frannie drives off]
Hazel: [voice over] And that was my life. Reality shows, doctor’s appointments, eight prescription drugs, three times a day. But worse worse worst of all…support group.
[Hazel is sat in the kitchen while her parents are making breakfast]
Hazel: You cannot make me.
Michael: Of course we can, we’re your parents.
Frannie: Come on, we’ve been through this. You need to go, you need to make friends and be a teenager.
Hazel: Mom, if you want me to be a teenager you don’t send me to support group. You gotta, like, get me a fake ID so that I can go clubs and drink gimlets and take pot.
Michael: Uh…you don’t take pot.
Hazel: Okay, well that is the kind of thing I would know with a fake ID.
Frannie: Will you just get in the car, please.
[Hazel mock stabs herself in the stomach]
Hazel: [voice over] And so I went. Not because I wanted to or because I thought it would help me. But for the same reason I did anything these days…to make my parents happy.
[Frannie drives Hazel to the support group and parks in the parking lot]
Hazel: I really don’t understand why I can’t just drive myself. It’s not like you’re gonna do anything, you’ll just sit here and wait again.
Frannie: Of course I’m not. No, I’m…I got stuff to do. I’m gonna do errands.
[Hazel prepares to get out of the car]
Frannie: I love you.
Hazel: I love you too.
Frannie: Have fun.
[Hazel steps out of the car carrying her oxygen tank behind her as she walks over to the entrance]
Hazel: [voice over] The only thing worse than biting it from cancer, is having a kid bite it from cancer.
[Frannie calls out to her]
Frannie: Hey, make some friends.
[Hazel sighs and walks on]
[inside the support group building Hazel walks towards the elevator and as a the elevator doors are about to close a boy in a wheelchair holds it open for her]
Hazel: Oh, sorry. I’ll take the stairs.
Boy in Elevator: No problem.
Hazel: Thank you.
[as Hazel turns to take the stairs she bumps into Gus]
[Gus smiles at her]
Gus: My bad.
[Gus turns and walks off, then as he turns to look at Hazel he bumps into the door, smiles in embarrassment and walks off, Hazel smiles to herself]
[as everyone is getting seated for the support group meeting to start Gus watches Hazel and smiles, Hazel catches him watching her and smiling at her, she looks at him self-consciously and holds his gaze]
Patrick: Isaac, I know you’re facing challenges right now. Perhaps you would like to share then with the group? Or maybe your friend here?
Isaac: No, I’ll share.
Isaac: Hey, guys. Uh…hi. Uh..I’m Isaac, I have retinoblastoma. I’ve had surgery on one eye when I was younger, so this is a glass eye and then I’m going to the hospital for another surgery to take out the other eye. Um…so after that surgery I’m just gonna be totally blind. But I have a beautiful smoking hot girlfriend to help me, Monica. And, uh…I have great friends like Augustus Waters who helps me out. So that’s what’s up. Thanks.
Patrick: We’re here for you Isaac.
Isaac: Thank you.
[Isaac sits down again]
Patrick: Your turn, Gus.
Gus: Yeah, sure.
Gus: Uh…I’m uh…I’m Augustus Waters. I’m eighteen years old and um…I had a touch of osteosarcoma about a year and half ago. So I lost this baby as a result.
[he pulls up his right trouser leg to reveal his prosthetic leg]
Gus: And uh…I’m part cyborg, which is awesome. But really I’m just here at Isaac’s request.
Patrick: And uh…how are you feeling, Gus?
Gus: I’m grand, yeah. I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.
Patrick: Maybe you’d like to share your fears with the group.
Gus: My fears?
[Gus thinks for a moment and looks over to Hazel before replying]
Gus: Yeah, see I intend to live an extraordinary life. To be remembered. So I’d say if I had any fears it would be to not do that.
[to the group after Gus has finishes his speech]
Patrick: Would anyone else in the group like to speak to that?
[Hazel’s hand goes up]
Patrick: Hazel? Unexpected.
Hazel: I just want to say that you know there’s gonna come a time when all of us are dead. There was a time before humans, and there’s gonna be a time after. It could be tomorrow, could be a million years from now, and when it does there will be no one left to remember Cleopatra, or Muhammad Ali, or Mozart, let alone any of us.
[looking at Gus]
Hazel: Oblivion’s inevitable. And if that scared you, then I suggest you ignore it.
[Gus smiles at her]
Hazel: God knows, it’s what everyone else does.
[as Hazel sits back down Patrick sighs]
Patrick: Well, that’s some good advice.
[Gus continues to smile at Hazel and she looks back at him for a moment]
[after the meeting, Hazel waits for Frannie outside the building and watches Isaac and his girlfriend, Monica, as they make out]
[Gus comes out and stands next to her]
[Hazel turns to look at him]
Gus: I thought we were in a church basement but we’re apparently literally in the heart of Jesus.
Hazel: Oh, yeah.
Gus: What’s your name?
Gus: No, what’s your full name?
Hazel: Hazel Grace Lancaster.
[Gus looks at her and smiles]
Gus: I didn’t say anything.
Hazel: Why are you looking at me like that?
Gus: Because you’re beautiful.
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Gus: I enjoy looking at beautiful people. See I decided a while back not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence. Particularly as you so astutely pointed out, we’re all gonna die pretty soon.
Hazel: Okay, that’s great, but I am not beautiful.
[just then a young girl walks past them]
Alisa: Hi, Gus.
Gus: Hi, Alisa.
[Hazel’s attention goes back to Isaac and Monica]
Isaac: I like it when you say it.
Monica: I like it when you say it.
Isaac: Okay. Always.
Hazel: What’s with the “always?”
Gus: “Always” is like their thing, like they’ll “always” love each other and whatnot. They’ve probably texted “always” to each other like fourteen million times this year.
[Hazel watches as Isaac kisses Monica and grabs her breast]
Hazel: He’s gotta be hurting her boob.
Gus: Let’s go watch a movie.
[she chuckles in surprise]
Hazel: Um…I’m…I’m free later this week, we could…
Gus: No, I mean now.
Hazel: You could be an axe murderer.
Gus: There’s always that possibility.
Gus: Come on Hazel Grace, take a risk.
[Hazel watches in disbelief as Gus reaches into his pocket, takes out a pack of cigarettes and puts one in his mouth]
Hazel: Really?! That is disgusting!
Hazel: What, do you think that that’s cool or something? You just ruined this whole thing.
Gus: The whole thing?
Hazel: Yes! This whole thing!
[Gus watches her reaction with amusement]
Gus: Oh, man.
Hazel: You were doing really well too. God! There’s always a hamartia, isn’t there? And yours is, even though you had freaking cancer, you’re willing to give money to a corporation for the chance to acquire even more cancer? Let me just tell you that not being able to breathe sucks! It totally sucks!
Hazel: It’s a fatal flaw.
Gus: Oh, a fatal…
[holding his unlit cigarette between his fingers]
Gus: Hazel Grace, they don’t actually hurt you unless you light ’em.
Gus: I never lit one. It’s a metaphor, see? You put the thing that does the killing right between your teeth.
[he puts the cigarette in his mouth]
Gus: But you never give it the power to kill you. A metaphor.
[Hazel smiles at him and at the moment Frannie pulls up]
Frannie: Hi, sweetheart. Is it “Top Model” time?
[Hazel looks at Gus who’s standing there looking cool with the cigarette dangling from his mouth]
Hazel: No, uh…I’ve made plans with Augustus Waters.
[Gus looks at Frannie, raises his hand and waves to her]
[as Gus drives them off he nearly hits another car making Hazel very nervous]
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Gus: Yeah, I failed my test a couple times.
Hazel: You don’t say.
Gus: Actually the fourth time I took the test it was going about how this is going, and when it was over, the instructor looks over at me and she says, “your driving, while unpleasant, is not technically unsafe.”
Hazel: Cancer perk.
Gus: Total cancer perk.
Gus: So, tell me about you.
Hazel: [voice over] Um…I was thirteen when they found it. Pretty much worst case scenario. Thyroid, stage four. Not much they could do, which didn’t stop them, of course. Surgery. Radiation. Chemo. More radiation. All of which worked for a while, but then it stopped working. And then one day my lungs started filling up with water.
[we see flashback to a young Hazel going through the different treatments, then one day as she’s in the hospital she struggles to breath]
Michael: Nurse! We need a nurse right now!
Hazel: [voice over] I couldn’t breathe. No one could get it under control.
[in the flashback her parent stand over young Hazel in ICU]
Frannie: You can let go, sweetie. Don’t be afraid.
Hazel: [voice over] That should have been the end. But then something strange happened. The antibiotics kicked in. They drained the fluid from my lungs. I got some strength back. The next thing I know I found myself in an experimental trial. You know the ones that are famous in the Republic of Cancervania for not working. It’s called Phalanxifor. It didn’t work in over seventy percent of patients, but for some reason it’s been working for me.
Hazel: So they called it “The Miracle.” Of course my lungs still suck at being lungs, but theoretically, they could continue to suck like this for, I don’t know, a while maybe.
Gus: So are you back to school?
Hazel: I…I got my GED, so I’m taking classes at MCC.
Gus: Woh! A college girl! Well that explains the aura of sophistication.
[just then Gus pulls over into the driveway and knocks over some trash bins]
[Hazel follows Gus through the front door of his house]
Gus: Welcome to my abode.
[as the walk through the hallway Hazel notices a framed plaque with the sign “If you want the rainbow you have to deal with the rain”]
Gus: My folks call them “encouragements.”
[Hazel chuckles as she notices another plaque]
Gus: Don’t ask.
[Gus walks over to the kitchen where his parents are]
Gus: Hi, guys.
Gus’ Dad: Hey.
Gus’ Mom: Augustus, hi. New friend?
Hazel: Yeah. Uh…this is Hazel Grace.
Gus: Hi. Oh, it’s just Hazel.
Gus’ Dad: And how’s it going, Just Hazel?
Gus’ Mom: Hi, Hazel. How are you?
Gus: Yeah, we’re going downstairs. Bye.
Gus’ Dad: Bye.
Hazel: Nice to meet you guys.
Gus’ Dad: Nice to meet you.
Gus’ Mom: Nice to meet you.
[Gus takes Hazel to his basement bedroom]
Gus: This is it. Augustoworld. This is my room.
[Hazel looks around the massive impressive room]
[referring to Gus’s basketball memorabilia and trophies]
Hazel: That’s an impressive collection.
Gus: Yeah, I used to play.
Hazel: Do you mind if I sit down?
Gus: Yeah, make yourself at home. Mi casa es tu casa.
[Hazel sits on the couch and tries to catch her breath, Gus sits next to her]
Hazel: Sorry, the, um…stairs and then…standing. It’s, uh…
Gus: Yeah, yeah. I understand. Uh…seriously, you okay?
Hazel: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Gus: Alright. What’s your story?
Hazel: I already told you. I um…was diagnosed when I was thirteen…
Gus: No, no, no. Not your cancer story, your real story. Your interests, your hobbies, your passions, your weird fetishes.
Hazel: Weird fetishes?
Gus: Come on, just think of something. The first thing that pops into your head, something you love.
Hazel: “An Imperial Affliction.”
Gus: Okay. What’s that?
Hazel: It’s a novel. It’s my favorite novel.
Gus: Wait, wait, wait. Does it have zombies in it?
Hazel: Zombies? No!
Hazel: No. It’s…it’s not that kind of a book.
Gus: Okay, what’s it about?
Gus: About cancer?
Hazel: But not like that, trust me. It’s…it’s amazing. Um…the author, his name is Peter Van Houten. He is the only person I’ve ever come across in my life who a) understands what it’s like to be dying, but b) hasn’t actually died.
Gus: Okay, I will read this horrible book with it’s very boring title that does not include zombies or stormtroopers. And in exchange…
[he gets up and grabs a book from the shelf]
Gus: You will read this. This haunting yet brilliant novelization of my favorite video game.
[Hazel looks at Gus and laughs]
Gus: Okay, don’t laugh. It’s awesome. It’s about honor and sacrifice and bravery and heroism. It’s about embracing your destiny and leaving a mark on the world.
[he hands Hazel the book]
Hazel: Oh, thank you.
Gus: Woh, wait. Your hands are so cold.
Hazel: Oh, they’re not so much cold as just under oxygenated.
Gus: Hazel Grace?
Gus: I love it when you talk medical to me.
[Hazel smiles and shakes her head]
[as Hazel reads Gus’s book in bed Frannie notices the book]
Frannie: That’s different. Did he give it to you?
Hazel: By “it” do you mean herpes?
Frannie: Wow. Yes, I did. It’s a mothers dream.
[Frannie laughs, then Hazel notices her phone buzzing, she checks it, sees that it’s not from Gus and puts her phone aside]
Frannie: Hey, don’t worry.
Hazel: Oh, my God, Mom. I’m not worried. It’s not a big deal.
Hazel: Just hung out, it’s not like I’m waiting for him to call me.
[we then see Hazel going about her daily routine but anxiously checking her phone waiting for Gus’ call]
[Hazel is having dinner with her parents]
Frannie: Today, in China, International Goji Berry Day.
Frannie: Isn’t that great?
Michael: I like the color.
Frannie: Mm-hmm. This is the dry.
Michael: Uh-huh. They’re very good.
Frannie: They’re good, right?
[just then Hazel gets a text from Gus and she reads the message]
“Tell me my copy is missing the last ten pages or something.”
Michael: So do they eat a lot of Goji berries on Goji Berry Day? We must.
Frannie: We do.
Michael: We do. We’re gonna do it for ’em.
Michael: We’re gonna decide.
[Hazel smiles to herself then she gets another message]
“Tell me I have not reached the end of this book!”
Frannie: I did something with the desert even, just to try to keep the Goji Berry theme going.
Michael: Oh, my God.
Frannie: Cause they’re an amazing antioxidant.
[Hazel gets a third message from Gus]
“A book can’t end in the middle of a sentence?! What in God’s name is this madness! Aaaahhh!”
[Hazel smiles to herself as she reads Gus’s text message while her parents continue on with their conversation]
Michael: I don’t even know what happens there.
Frannie: Mm-hmm. They celebrate things. This family. That’s gotta be a big deal and all.
Michael: Then we should do it every year.
Frannie: Every year.
Michael: We should do it every year.
Frannie: I know.
Michael: I really do like these…
[Michael hears Hazel’s phone receiving another text message]
Michael: Honey, would you like to be excused?
[Hazel, completely distracted, looks up]
[Hazel goes to the backyard, sits in a patio chair as she calls Gus]
Gus: Hazel Grace.
Hazel: Welcome to the sweet torture of reading “An Imperial Affliction.”
[suddenly she hears someone wailing from the other end of the phone]
Isaac: Well, yeah! I’m breaking all the rules!
Hazel: What is…? Are you okay?
[in Gus’s room we see Isaac is wailing out song]
Isaac: And now I’m breaking all the rules!
Gus: Uh…me? Yeah, I am excellent.
Isaac: I’ve been wasting all my time…
Gus: I am, however, with Isaac. And…
Gus: Isaac, does Support Group Hazel make this better or worse?
[Isaac continues to wail out the song]
Isaac: And now I’m breaking all the rules. I’ve been wasting all my time!
Gus: Isaac! Focus on me!
Isaac: Been wasting all my time!
Gus: How fast can you get here?
Gus: Great. Alright. Well, the door is open. So I gotta run. Bye.
[Gus ends the call and Hazel stares at her phone in confusion]
[later, as Gus and Isaac are sat playing a video game Hazel descends the stairs]
[Gus rises and goes towards Hazel]
Gus: Isaac, yoh, Hazel from Support Group is here.
[Isaac doesn’t respond and carries on playing the game]
Gus: Hi. Uh…gentle reminder, Isaac’s in the midst of a psychotic episode right now. You look really nice, by the way. I like this color on you.
Hazel: Thank you.
[Gus goes towards Isaac]
[Isaac doesn’t respond and Gus taps him on the shoulder, Isaac stops playing the game and takes off his headphones]
Gus: Isaac, Hazel’s here.
Hazel: Hi, Isaac.
Isaac: Hey, Hazel.
[Isaac wipes the tears away from his eyes]
[Hazel sits on the floor in front of Isaac]
Hazel: How are you doing?
Isaac: I’m doing okay.
Gus: It seems Isaac and Monica are no longer going concern.
Hazel: Oh, Isaac, I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?
[Isaac starts sobbing again]
Isaac: No, I just want to cry and play video games.
Gus: However, you know, it doesn’t hurt to talk to him if you have any sage words of feminine advice.
Hazel: I actually think his response is fairly appropriate.
Gus: “Pain demands to be felt.”
Hazel: You’re quoting my book!
[Hazel smiles at Gus and he winks at her]
Isaac: She said she wanted to break up with me before the surgery, cause she couldn’t handle it. I’m about to lose my eyesight and she can’t handle it. I kept saying “always” to her, you know, like always. And she kept like talking over me and not saying it back, and like…it was like, I was gone already, you know? And…
Hazel: You know, sometimes people don’t understand the promises that their making when they make them.
Isaac: I know, but, I just feel like such a loser. I still have her necklace on.
Hazel: Take it off.
Isaac: Dude, take that off!
[Isaac grabs the necklace and pulls it off his neck, snapping the chain]
[Isaac throws the necklace aside, Hazel and Gus laugh]
Gus: Here we go, man. Here we go.
[Gus gives Isaac and encouraging pat on the shoulder]
Isaac: I just want to kick something.
[Isaac gets up and goes to the TV and kicks the TV unit]
Gus: Don’t hit that! Don’t hit that! Hey, dude. Hey, uh…
[Gus grabs a pillow and offers it to Isaac]
Gus: Hit this.
[Isaac takes the pillow and starts hitting it, Gus and Hazel stand aside as Isaac carries on]
Gus: I’ve been wanting to call you for a few days now, but I’ve been waiting until I could form a coherent thought about “An Imperial Affliction.”
[they get interrupted as Isaac starts slamming the pillow into his face and screaming]
Gus: Once second.
[he goes over to Isaac]
Gus: Isaac! Pillows don’t break. You need to break something.
[he goes over to his trophy shelf and offers Isaac one]
Gus: Try this.
Isaac: The trophy?
Isaac: Are you sure?
Gus: I’ve been looking for a way to tell my father I kind of hate basketball. Go to town!
[he gives the trophy to Isaac and Isaac smashes it against the wall]
[Gus goes over to Hazel and Isaac continues to smash the trophy and yelling]
Gus: “An Imperial Affliction.”
Hazel: Yes. I’m so glad that you liked it.
Gus: Yes, I did. But the ending.
Hazel: I…I know, it is rather abrupt.
Gus: Rather abrupt? Are you kidding? It’s evil! I mean, I understand that she dies, but there’s…there’s an unwritten contract between author and…
[Isaac interrupts him as he picks another one of Gus’s trophies to break]
[suddenly Isaac throws the trophy to the ground smashing it, Gus looks back to Hazel]
Gus: …between author and reader. And I feel like ending your book in the middle of a sentence sort of violates that contract, don’t you think?
[in the background Isaac continues to smash the trophy and yell]
Isaac: Always! Always!
Hazel: Okay. Yes, I…I know what you mean, but to be completely honest, I think that it’s just so truthful. You know? You just die in the middle of life. You die in the middle of a sentence. And, I don’t know. But I really would like what happens to the rest of it, you know, everyone after Anna dies.
Gus: Like Anna’s mother.
Hazel: Yes. And the The Dutch Tulip Man…
Gus: And Sisyphus the Hamster.