You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment

True Love

Lifetime original thriller You was picked up by Netflix and released internationally on December 26, 2018.

#You is based on literature of the same name and has been renewed for a second season.

rottentomatoes: 92%

metacritic: 74

imdb: 8.0

***SPOILERS AHEAD***




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Guinevere Beck

Guinevere Beck is a lit (MFA) grad student and aspiring author outside of New York City, New York.

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“Sorry.  Hello.  Do you work here?  Paula Fox.  Hmm, I feel weirdly validated.  ‘Celebrity authors?’  I thought Fox was pretty obscure.  Good.  I didn’t.  That’s sad.  People buying books because of what’s popular, and not because they wanna be moved or changed in some way.  Oh, like the cereal guys buy when they’re really there for condoms.  Only makes it more conspicuous.  Like, own your shit.  If Dan Brown’s your kink, then be out about it.  At the end of the day, people are really disappointing aren’t they?  Oh, no, I got it.  That’s what I keep hearing.  I know.  I know.  I’m worried it’s not gonna live up to the hype.  That’s a high endorsement.  And from a bookstore clerk, nonetheless.  Asshole.” — Guinevere Beck

“Okay, I’m going for it.  I’d better not.  That’s why I’m buying it.  Yeah.  My parents were assholes with the whole naming thing.  But everyone just calls me Beck.  And you’re Joe… aren’t you gonna tell me to have a nice day?  You have one yourself, Joe.” — Guinevere Beck

“I am loving your form today, Tasha.  Morning, Professor Leahy.” — Guinevere Beck

“Cheers!  Yeah!  Oh, yes.  Happy birthday!  Ready?  Do you like it?  Happy Birthday.  It was on clearance.  It’s no big deal.  I had, um, a gift card.  Look, I appreciate– I gotta write.” — Guinevere Beck

“My best friend walked in on you getting your dick sucked by some random woman in a bathroom at a party that I took you to!  That’s your apology?  ‘I didn’t cum.’  That’s the one you’re going with?  you actually managed to connect your illicit blowjob to curing cancer.  I’m genuinely impressed.  Seriously, I am drowning in work.  I don’t have time to keep hooking up or whatever it is you’re even capable of.  Yeah, I just got it.  Borrow it when I’m done.  It’s supposed to be her best.  Sure.  Sounds good.” — Guinevere Beck

“I’ve been, honestly, working every day, and grading papers– but then I won’t qualify to TA.  I need the cash.  The housing.  I’d lose my place.  Please, Professor Leahy– Paul.  I’ll get you the pages by the end of the week.  I can’t go to part-time, okay?  I would love that, Paul.  Just, uh, how would your wife feel about you– Thursday night it is.” — Guinevere Beck

“yes, I remember what you said when you sent money last.  Yes, I’m grateful.  I’m working constantly.  There’s no place cheaper to live.  I did.  He basically offered to sleep with me.  No, I can’t report him.  That’s now how it works.  Not the school, the world.  That’s not how the world works.  I know how much you helped me, it’s just… it’s hard here, mom.  Okay.  I’ll figure it out.  All right.  Love you, too.  Bye, mom.  I can’t.  I just had the worst day.  You guys love me?  Okay, then.  Meet me in Greenpoint.  No.  There’s something I need to do for myself.  I’ll text you on my way.  See you soon.  Fuck!” — Guinevere Beck

“Hi.  Um, okay, we’re gonna get a few more drinks.  Hold on, one second.  Guys?  Ooh.  Another round of pickebacks.  Positive.  All of my life lately has been about surviving.  I need to remind myself why I came here in the first place.  I invited Benji.  What?  He likes poetry.  He texted a row of smile emojis, like, 45 minutes ago.  I get it, Peach.  All right.  To vulnerability and shit!  Cheers.  Okay.” — Guinevere Beck

“Hey, everyone.  Um, I’m Beck, and I’m… not to sound like, you know, whatever, but just… I’m a poet.  ‘One day, you won’t need love anymore One day, you won’t walk through the world As though it was your job To hold everything up The sun, the hard part of the night The secret time when you wake To the sound of beating Rise to answer the door But he’s not there Because that sound is coming From inside you And you cannot answer it No matter how far in you go You loved him the way Fragile kids love gorgeous bullies You wrote songs about him.  You…’ uh, I mean… ‘you wrote poems about him You still wrote poems about him You’re writing one right now’ sorry.  I just… I lost my place.  It’ll just take a second to find where I was.” — Guinevere Beck

“Oh, my God.  Oh, my God.  I am so sorry.  I really am sorry.  You mind?  I’m not always like this.  Some kind of.  Hey, I don’t want to sound like a stalker, but… I think I know you.  This is what I look like when I’m sober and have my hair up.  It’s okay, I have a pretty bland face.  Yeah.  Village.  You anywhere close?  Ride with me.  It’s the least I can do.  Did you move here to be something?  I did.  But it’s not working out.  And I’m just running around 18 hours a day.  Why?  Oh, God!  Never mind.  Sorry.  I do think I’d be happier if I was stupider.  How’d you know I write poetry?  Who do you like?  You’re describing my nightstand.  What was your last name?  Where did you come from, Joe Goldberg?  But you came back?  Me neither.  Oh, this is, uh… this is me.  Thank you for sobering me up.  And saving my life. Yeah, you did.  Oh, God.  Hi.  Um, this is Joe.  He literally saved my life tonight.  I… I fell on the tracks.  It was crazy.  Yeah.  Um… shit!  My phone!  I must’ve dropped it in the subway.  I’m basically enslaved to e-mail.  It’s BeckInRealLife@gmail.com.  Thank you.” — Guinevere Beck

“Hey.  Remember me?  From almost dying on the train tracks?  I wanted to say thank you.  Well, uh, thanks again.  And I’m sorry for, uh, running off the other night.  Hardly.  So, I got you a present.  Shut up and just look at it.  So… anyway, that.  And I better– sure.  Ugh.  But I still can’t find my phone.  That’s right.  See ya, Joe.” — Guinevere Beck

“To be honest, Joe, I’m so happy that you could come tonight.  It’s been the worst day.  My thesis advisor, he made a pass at me.  The most embarrassing part is, I actually thought he believed in me and my work.  Dumb shit like this happens all the time.  I’m starting to think I’m some kind of magnet for dudes with serious issues.” — Guinevere Beck

“Can I ask you something?  Promise to tell the truth?  Do you think I’m unremarkable?” — Guinevere Beck

“How the hell did you end up here?  ‘You used to wrap yourself in fairy tales Like a blanket But it was the cold you loved Sharp shivers as you uncovered The corpses of Bluebeard’s wives Sweeter goosebumps as Prince Charming Slid one glass slipper Over your little toes A perfect fit But by the schoolyard, real princesses Floated by you on fall winds You saw the gulf Between you and the rich girls And vowed to stop believing In fairy tales But the stories were in you Deep as poison If Prince Charming was real If he could save you You needed to be saved From the unfairness of everything When would he come?  The answer was a cruel shrug In a hundred fleeting moments The sneer on Stevie Smith’s face When he called you a fat cow Uncle Jeff’s hand squeezing your ass In the Thanksgiving kitchen The accusation in your father’s eyes when you told him what happened From every boy masquerading as a man That you let into your body, your heart You learned you didn’t have Whatever magic turns a beast into a prince You surrounded yourself With the girls you’d always resented Hoping to share their power And you hated yourself And that diminished you even more And then, right when you thought You might just disappear He saw you And you knew somewhere deep It was too good to be true But you let yourself be swept Because he was the first Strong enough to lift you Now in his castle you understand Prince Charming and Bluebeard Are the same man And you don’t get a happy end Unless you love both of him Didn’t you want this?  To be loved?  Didn’t you want him to crown you?  Didn’t you ask for it?  Didn’t you ask for it?  Didn’t you ask for it?  So say you can live like this Say you love him Say thank you Say anything but the truth What if you can’t love him back?'” — Guinevere Beck


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“Well, hello there.  Who are you?  Based on your vibe, a student.  Your blouse is loose.  You’re not here to ogled, but those bracelets, they jangle.  You like a little attention.  Okay, I bite.  You search the books.  Fiction, ‘F’ through ‘K.’  Now… hmm, you’re not the standard insecure nymph hunting for Faulkner you’ll never finish.  Too sun-kissed for Stephen King.  Who will you buy?  You sound apologetic, like you’re embarrassed to be a good girl, and you murmur your first word to me.” — Joe Goldberg

“Guilty.  Can I help you find something?  It’s a good choice.  Follow me.  She’s gonna be in here.  She is Courtney Love’s maternal grandmother.  You’re not expected to know that.  Mr.  Mooney wants anyone in here who’s even tangentially famous.  He thinks it sells more books.  Yeah.  It’s an epidemic.  Yeah, you see this guy?  Here, the glasses, behind you.  He just grabbed Dan Brown’s latest on the way in.  So he’s gonna wander around for another, like, five or ten minutes, just to find something legitimate to buy with it.  Sometimes they surprise you.  Paula Fox.  Top shelf.  You want me to…” — Joe Goldberg

“Oh, are you not wearing a bra?  And you want me to notice.  If this was a movie, I’d grab you and we’d go at it right in the stacks.” — Joe Goldberg

“Have you read her fiction?  Desperate Characters, it’s her best.  You haven’t read Desperate Characters?  I can safely say that it’s good.  Well, it’s a bookstore manager.  Mmm… whoa.” — Joe Goldberg

“He’s just pissed he’s gotta buy Salinger to feel respectable when all he really wants to do is eat Cheetos and jerk it to iPorn before washing it all down with a Dan Brown chaser.” — Joe Goldberg

“Have a nice day, sir.  Good.  You won’t regret it.” — Joe Goldberg

“You have enough cash to cover this, but you want me to know your name.” — Joe Goldberg

“‘Guinevere?’  Goldberg.  Everyone calls me Joe.  You have a nice day, Beck.” — Joe Goldberg

“You smiled, laughed at my jokes, told me your name, asked for mine.  No, she was just being nice.  That’s pretty aggressive, Ethan.” — Joe Goldberg

“‘If you need me, I’ll be in cookbooks.  But for work.  Not for fun.  I swear.’  At the end of the day, people are really just disappointing, aren’t they?  But are you, Beck?  Are you?  Yes, people find ‘the one.’  I believe that.  I try to stay open.  I was in love once.  She broke my heart, Beck.  Ugh, she really did a number on me.  I should’ve seen the signs.  But we never do when we’re in love.  Exhibit A.  Claudia and Ron.  Claudia’s a nurse.  Single parent.  You think she knew Ron was a shitbag when she fell in love?  No, she thought he was a prince.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hey, Paco.” — Joe Goldberg

“And now, hers is not the only life she ruined.” — Joe Goldberg

“Is everything cool in there?  Wow.  You are burning through that book, aren’t you?  Let me know when you finish.  I’ll get you another one.  Are you hungry?  ‘Cause, you know, I just got this meatball sub, but I remembered I have Thai from last night.  That’s a shame.  This won’t keep.  It’s getting tossed.  ‘All for one and one for all.'” — Joe Goldberg

“The point, Beck… love is, uh, tricky.  A guy needs to protect himself.  I had to be sure you’re safe.  And your name was a glorious place to start.  Not a lot of Guinevere Becks.  And there you were.  Every account set to public.  You want to be seen, heard, known.  Of course, I obliged.  Born and raised, Nantucket Island.  A brother, Clyde, and sister, Anya.  Your parents really were assholes about the names.  Your folks split when you were 12.  Your dad dropped out of the picture.  Went to Brown where you majored in lit.  Cool.  And minored in douchebags.  Hmm.  And then on to NYC to conquer an MFA and make your mark, presumably.  Now you still write.  Barely.  Too busy living out moments you won’t remember five years from now.  I know this because you post about this life all the goddamn time.  Candidly, it’s the least appealing thing about you, Beck.  You posted this hours after our encounter.  I was concerned you didn’t mention that cute guy in a bookstore.  And then I realized your online life isn’t real.  It’s a collage.  You paste this Beck up.  This… together, lovable, cute, bendy little creature.  If anything, the fact that you didn’t share me with your followers only confirms we really connected.  The next thing our little friend the Internet gave me was your address.” — Joe Goldberg

“There it is, with its big, naked windows.  It’s nice.  Too nice.  I’m thinking subsidized school housing.  Jesus!  It’s like you’ve never seen a horror movie or the news.  But you want people to watch, don’t you?  You know, I plan on asking you about this quality when we get to know each other better.  A proposal.  Why don’t we spend the day together tomorrow?  Just you and me?  It’s cute.  Not deep.  But cute.  Is there more to you?  Let’s find out.  Our day starts at the ass-crack of dawn.  I know from your posted schedule that you teach a 6:30 class called Get Up N Flow.  You caress the sweaty backs of bulimic, dead-eyed real mommies of SoHo… …offering smiles and lies of encouragement.  By 10:00, you’re at campus to TA a Romantics class and play Vanna White to some shirt.  Professor Obvious wants to fuck you.  Now, you’re smart.  You let him think one day he might.  And what’s the harm in that, right?  After class, you head to your favorite café to write for the first time all day.  But your life doesn’t cooperate.  Your wealthy girlfriends have just now woken up, and have nothing better to do than plan their next pointless yet insagrammable night.  Can we get real for a second?  You have questionable taste in friends, Beck.  And expensive taste in lives.  You want so badly to be one of them.  Well, they’ve got nothing to do after this.  So, yeah, they’ll party till 5:00 and scrape it together tomorrow.  But you can’t.  You have to work for a living.  Hmm.  Not all your friends are dumb.  Actually sounds like she cares.  Also, sounds condescending.  Is that the best friend you’ve got?  If so, Beck, you really are alone.  You social media’s a liar.  It says you’re a happy-go-lucky dilettante.  But, underneath it all, you seem like the genuine article.  Stretched ADD thin, sure, but as soon as the door closes… you’re back at the keyboard, trying to write.  Uh, Beck, who the fuck is this?  Way to go, Beck.  Looks like a catch.  Benjamin J. Ashby III.  Oh, there’s three of them.  Greenwich-born, boarding-school bred.  His father is the Ben Ashby of Ashby Brokerage.  Two failed careers.  Model.  Oh, boy.  And co-creator of a dating app that connects people through musical tastes called LoveHooks.  Current CEO of Home Soda Artisanal Beverages.  Motto… ‘Drink better by hand,’ which makes no sense, but evokes a homespun quality that lines up with a guy who wears $600 Japanese sneakers.  the hair, the privilege he tries to hide with retweets of Black Lives Matter.  Not to sound judgey, but this guy is everything wrong with America.  See, this is why I do my research.  You fall for the wrong men.  Bad men.  You let them in.  You let them hurt you.  Too far away to know for sure, but my guess is, if he came anywhere close to making you cum, you would’ve made a Broadway show out of it.  But you didn’t, ’cause he didn’t.  So you didn’t finish.” — Joe Goldberg

“Of course.  Yeah.  Wow.  Don’t tell me you’re finished already.  Well, it was the 19th century.  People still had manners.  I mean, it’s pretty late, Pac.  I don’t know.” — Joe Goldberg

“Something’s in the air tonight, Beck, ’cause everyone but me is getting action.  Even the lovebirds made up.” — Joe Goldberg

“Yeah.  Yeah, why not?  Sure.  I didn’t.  Mr. Mooney gave me a job when I was just a little older than you.  He sort of took me in.  He’s a dick.  But he loved books, and he taught me to love them, too.  No.  He’s just old.  I’m sorry, Pac.  I had one back here for you, but Ethan must’ve sold it.  Your next read.  Come on.  I’ll show you where we keep the good stuff.  It’s the Cage.  It’s where we keep early editions and collectibles.  Sixty-five degrees.  For the books.  Why don’t you set that milkshake down?  Humidity 40%.  Too moist, the pages can mildew… and we never wanna fold or crease the pages.  And we dust the overs with a chemical-free duster.  Under no circumstances is there any sunlight in this room.  Faster.  The most valuable things in life are usually… the most helpless.  So they need people like us to protect them.  You know?  Quixote.  It’s about a guy who believes in chivalry, so he decides to be an old-school knight.  It’s treating people with respect.  Especially women.  Like men should.  It’s good.  It’s one of my favorites.  It’s not a first edition, it’s just an old one.  Besides, I trust you.  Look, I’m sorry, but he was out here, and he could hear everything in there.” — Joe Goldberg

“Well, you’re an alcoholic shitbag who beats women.  So, please, enlighten me.  There are scary people in the world, Beck.  That’s why it’s important to be safe.  And why I have to do what I’m about to do.  Fun fact.  Did you know the law requires gas leaks to be investigated.  I’ve been learning a lot since I met you.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hey, Beck?  You left the door open again.  I thought we said we weren’t gonna do that anymore.” — Joe Goldberg

“I was careful to call the gas company on a day when you had a full schedule.  I wouldn’t wanna scare you.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hey.  Is Beck here?  Right.  Yeah.  She mentioned that.  Is everything okay?  Okay.  Thanks.  Well, I can just lock up.” — Joe Goldberg

“I just need to know who you really are.  Besides a broke poetry student in a subsidized apartment you could never afford.  Where is it, Beck?  When we live together, your place won’t be a pigsty.  I’ll clean for us.  And you won’t eat all this frozen shit.  I’ll cook for you every day.  I promise.  I’ll even do your laundry.  And take care of your favorite books.  I’ll make our bed every morning.  Oh, there it is.  And no matter how hard you fight me, I will always make sure you password protect your devices.” — Joe Goldberg

“I learned two definitive things by scouring your computer.  First, there are no recent pictures of your dad because he’s dead.  He OD’d and you were the one that found him.  You’ve started a few poems that day, but you never finished them.  I’m so sorry, Beck.  But none of this matters because of my second and greatest discovery.  11:06 a.m., an hour after our encounter at the bookstore, amidst a group text on the merits of vaginal detoxing, you wrote… ‘wow.  Just met a human male who actually reads.  Alert the media.  What if it’s finally time for me to date someone good for me?’  thank you for letting me know I wasn’t crazy after all.  No!  I’m not worried.  I’ve seen enough romantic comedies to know guys like me are always getting in jams like this.  It’s okay, Beck.  I guess we’re going to Greenpoint, Beck.  I never go to Greenpoint.  But the things you do for love, right?” — Joe Goldberg

“Your friends are disloyal.  And that Peach is the worst.  I can’t stand seeing this.  I’m sorry.  I just can’t.  It’s obvious what you are.  You’re blind with love.  And what you love, writing, this city, your friends, most of all, men like Benji, what all those have in common is they will never love you back.  While you give everything.  It’s crazy the lengths we go.  We’re a lot alike, Beck.  Last of the true romantics.  I was considering this with my new friend, Mr. Bat-Shit Homeless Guy, when the second luckiest thing this week happened.  Could it really be?  It feels like I’m dreaming.  I’m not.  Beck, you’re too drunk to be alone.  What if some sicko had followed you down here?  And you’re too wasted to be standing so close to the tracks.  Beck!  Beck, stop texting that arrogant club-soda, no-show dickhead.  You want Benji.  You need Benji.  You hold that phone like it is Benji, ’cause it’s your only means to stay connected.  Forget Benji.  And to hell with that phone.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hey!  Hey!  You okay?  Are you all right?  Can you stand up?  Just stay still.  Half that shit down there can electrocute you, all right, so just give me your hand.  Sir, please, shut up!  Give me your hand.  Your hand!  Now!” — Joe Goldberg

“Ugh.  Whoo.  No, it’s fine.  It’s fine.  I, uh, hated… I hated this jacket.  Ugh.  It’s okay.  Sure, um… you know what?  Let’s get you in a cab.  All right?  I figured you had some kind of night.  Oh, the… right.  Of course.  I remember.  I’m sorry.  Yeah.  No, I… I remember.  No, you don’t.  Yeah, uh, Desperate Characters.  I remember.  Where are you headed?  Okay.  No, please.  I feel the same way sometimes.  this guy I know, he owns the bookstore.  He once told me that all books add up to one essential truth.  Which is, if your IQ is above a certain number… life is pretty much unbearable.  And the number is not even that high.  But then the world wouldn’t know your poetry.  Doesn’t every young writer in New York?  I mean, I read a lot of poetry.  Strand, Sexton, Merrill… well, if you read them to get to sleep every night, then you definitely belong here.  Goldberg.  I grew up here.  I left for a little while.  Chasing a girl.  Yeah, I missed it.  And I’m not a good chaser.  Mmm-hmm.  It’s not bad.  No, I didn’t.  I didn’t save your life.” — Joe Goldberg

“Of course.  Benji.  ‘Bro.’  You waste of hair.” — Joe Goldberg

“Wait.  Maybe I can get your info… oh.  Uh, okay, well.  Just maybe give me your number, for when you get a replacement.” — Joe Goldberg

“I get it.  Smart.  I’m practically a stranger.  Can’t be too careful.” — Joe Goldberg

“Okay.  All right.  ‘Beck in real life.'” — Joe Goldberg

“Here’s what I learned this week.  You are special.  You’re talented.  You’re passionate.  You’re smart.  Except in the ways you are really not.  Like not locking your phone.  And falling for men like Benji.  You know better, but you can’t stop.  Because, well, because everyone needs someone.  What you really need is someone to save you.  I can help, Beck.  Let me help you.” — Joe Goldberg

“Pac.  Hey.  What’s going on?  What’re you doing out here?  What happened?  Did he hurt you?  Paco.  Paco, it’s okay.  Really.  It’s okay.  You know what?  Come with me.  We can fix this together.  All right?  So, the first step to fixing something is to know no matter how destroyed it seems, it can always be saved.  Books are no exception.  You got it?  So what we have here is a lying press.  Basically just a huge clamp. Polyvinyl-acetate glue, means no acid to burn the pages.  Got your needle, thread, and finally, right out of Bugs Bunny… a trusty mallet.  You see this?  We don’t need this.  Scrape carefully along the spine.  Of course, you’ve got to watch your fingers.  Okay, the spine is sewn.  So you take this, pull it as tight as you can, that way.  Yeah.  That’s it.  The glue is set.  We’ve applied the binder.  Now… you gotta be precise, and use exactly the force needed.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hey!  Nice to meet you, too.  Have you been here before?  It’s a… not a lot of people know about it yet.  It’s an incredible after-hours.  Very exclusive.  Yeah?  Oh.  Well, good.  So you’ll feel right at home, then.  Please, after you.  It’s just down.  To the left.” — Joe Goldberg

“It’s 2:00 p.m. when the door chimes, and I’m ready.  You told your girlfriends you’d come by.  I know this because I have your phone.” — Joe Goldberg

“Okay.  Uh, it rings a bell.  Hang on.  Hang on.  No.  You already did that.  You had a guest.  No, please.  You don’t have to get me anything.  ‘Engine, engine number nine On the New York transit line If your girl falls on the track Pick her up, pick her up, pick her up,'” — Joe Goldberg

“We already have in-jokes.” — Joe Goldberg

“Maybe if you’re not too busy, we could get a drink sometime?  I know.  E-mail.  See you soon, Beck.” — Joe Goldberg

“I’m not always right.  I’m human.  I make mistakes.  You’ll see.” — Joe Goldberg

“I have to check on a shipment downstairs.  Can you watch the register?” — Joe Goldberg

“Hell, maybe I’m just a fool in love… but I’m right about you, and I’m going to help you get the life you deserve, Beck.” — Joe Goldberg

“No.  I don’t.” — Joe Goldberg

“Tonight’s the night, Beck.  Our first date.  It just feels right.  Right?  I’m looking forward to it.  And I think, obvious hangover aside, you are, too.  But I’ve read people wrong in the past.  One day, I’ll tell you about Candace.  Every red flag I was blind to.  How destroyed I was.  What can I say?  We all have baggage.  But I feel like I’m dealing with it the right way.  I’m not bothering you, just checking in.” — Joe Goldberg

“Okay, granted, I didn’t think… …too far ahead when I swung that mallet.  I just knew Benji was the worst kind of poison.  The kind you know is bad, but can’t stop taking.  So I did what I had to do to help you, Beck.  And now there is an adult human male in the basement of this bookstore.” — Joe Goldberg

“To figure out what to do with the poster-boy for white male privilege in the cage, I need to understand who he truly is.  And to do that, I need to know what he cares about.” — Joe Goldberg

“So which Beck are you?  The one I see or the one Benji does?” — Joe Goldberg

“Could’ve gone either way.  He’s lied about so many things.  Who knew?  The peanut allergy was real.  I guess Benji’s gonna die an honest man.” — Joe Goldberg

“Invisible townie girl swept off her feet by the one guy who sees her?  It’s a little on the nose, Beck.” — Joe Goldberg

“I’ll be that guy.  The one who sees you.  You deserve that after Benji.” — Joe Goldberg

“Love is patient and kind.  And so am I, Beck.  For you, I can be patient.  Maybe this is your process.  Nobody buys the first pair of jeans they try on, no matter how perfect.  But as much as I’m hoping this is just a stage, a quick password search on your iCloud has revealed a swipe-fest of millennial man-boys.  Guy with tiger.  Junior William Morris agent.  Viking wannabe.  You’ve been a busy girl, Beck.  It’s more competition than I realized.  This thing between us, it’s new, tenuous.  And the cost was a corpse.  But I can’t get rid of every guy in New York.  If I want to win your heart, I’m gonna have to show you.  I’m not a ‘maybe.’  I’m the one.” — Joe Goldberg

“Anything.  Scout’s honor.  Unremarkable people don’t worry about being unremarkable.” — Joe Goldberg

“I believe in love at first sight.  I had it with you, Beck.  And maybe, just maybe, I destroyed it just as fast in the space of a single phone call.  Was all this for nothing?” — Joe Goldberg

“But she was a dangerous, flesh-hungry harpy.  She forced my hand.  That’s on her and her family for screwing her up.  I had to, Beck.  I had to.  I knew you’d never forgive me, but she gave me no choice.  I’m not a bad person.  She was going to ruin you.  But you’re safe now.  Thanks to me.  I just want you to live your best life.  It’s brave, what I do for you.  It’s not easy.  It’s hard.  Sometimes it makes me sick.  I’m brave.  How many guys will do anything for the person they love?  Honestly, Beck.  You’re lucky to have me.” — Joe Goldberg

“The universe has a funny way of keeping us humble.  That beating was karmic.  I know it.  I did a bad thing today.  But for a good reason.  And if there’s any justice in the world… you are the reward for all my suffering.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hey.  Thanks for opening the door, all things considered.  Uh… look, there are a million things I could say right now.  But all that matters is I’m sorry.  Jealousy got the best of me.  And I was threatened that you needed someone to talk to who wasn’t me.  And I know you deserve that.  You deserve to figure your stuff out.  And if I was a smarter man, maybe I wouldn’t let you go, but I’m guessing that’s what you need.  So I will.  Goodbye, Beck.” — Joe Goldberg

“What if you’re not the one?  No, now is not the time to abandon principles.  I have to believe love conquers all, and if you love me, it’s only a matter of time.  But time is not on our side.  I don’t want to think worst-case.” — Joe Goldberg


Lynn Leiser, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Nicole KangLynn Lieser

“Cheers!  Oh, my God!” — Lynn Lieser

“Hi, Becks!  Hey, bitch, where you at?  Come play!  What happened?  Yes, us and copious amounts of alcohol.  Why would you even say that?  It’s actually really fun where we are.  I promise.  Bye!” — Lynn Lieser

“Part of the fun is making a guy think that you don’t want something and seeing if he still comes through.” — Lynn Lieser


Annika Atwater, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Kathryn GallagherAnnika Attwater

“Cheers!  Thank you so much.  Thank you.  No, I hate it.  Of course I love it! Please, please, it was time.  A butterfly?  It’s my spirit animal for the year.  You remembered?  You look so beautiful.” — Annika Atwater

“Yes.  You go.  So good.  For sure.  All right.  Yeah.  Okay.  Kill it, Beck!  Yeah, you are!  Whoo!  Whoo!” — Annika Atwater


Peach Salinger, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Shay Mitchell

Peach Salinger

“Cheers!  Jason didn’t even get her something that nice, and Annika finally let him do anal.  Please open my gift next and tell me how much you hate me then, lady.  Only ’cause you wouldn’t shut up about it.  A McQueen, Beck?  How much was it?  They haven’t put a McQueen scarf on clearance since he hung himself in 2010.  It’d be too much even if she did deserve it, which she does not.  You always do this.  You make, like, a big gesture that you can’t afford because… I’m sorry, you’re too nice.  How broke are you?  Just tell me what’s up.  Why don’t you just let me loan you some cash?  Okay?  I keep telling you, it’s nothing.  You know I’d do anything for you.  Don’t forget that.  Sure you can’t come out with us?  Virtuous.  Catch you later?” — Peach Salinger

“Aw.  Beckalicious, whatever it is, There’s nothing that we can’t fix, okay?  Oh, my God.  There’s a sale!  Of course.  Look, why don’t you come here?  Okay?  Come here.  Yeah.  Bye!” — Peach Salinger

“What is she thinking?  Open mics are for models-slash-singer-songwriters-slash-vegans.  These people don’t want to hear some wannabe read a poem about the bleakness of life or whatever.  Beckish, do we think now’s the night?  Yeah.  Who do you keep texting.  Beck… and he texted he was coming?  Some guys are assholes, and you just have to realize that.  You’re the one who told me to keep reminding you he’s a bastard.” — Peach Salinger

“Family, friends, lovers, and all the rest, forgive me for this.  But it’s not like you can say you didn’t see this coming.  I’ve always had a complicated relationship with my own existence.  I was given a second chance on life after the attack in the park, and I’ve decided not to take it.  I thought I could change, and by changing myself, alter the world around me.  But change is a fool’s pipe dream.  This world is ugly and crass.  People lie and people leave, and the beauty that does exist is fleeting and insincere.  Still, every now and again, someone comes along who will make you believe in love.  And if you find that person, don’t let go.  And maybe together, you can keep the monsters at bay.  I was never that lucky.  So, I’m ending things on my own terms.  Know that I love you all… and hope we will meet again on the cosmic highway.  Stay amazing.  Love, Peach Anaïs Salinger.” — Peach Salinger


Benji Ashby III, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Lou Taylor PucciBenjamin J. Ashby III ‘Benji’

“Thanks.  Keep the change, man.  Hey.  Let me up.  I was wasted.  I didn’t even finish.  I obviously shouldn’t have gone in the bathroom with any girl that wasn’t you.  But she said she had good coke, and I’d been seriously stressed.  I thought, when Johno and I started our line, it was gonna be like picking out flavors and shit.  It turns out it’s 16-hour lectures on microbial management.  And that’s why no one starts their own artisanal soda company, and why America has to keep drinking crap that’s giving ’em cancer.  Beck, I… I know I’ve done some stupid shit, but I’m on it now.  I don’t wanna be just some guy you sleep with.  God, you make me insane.  ‘Desperate Characters.’  Johno’s consultant we brought in, she’s been all over me about this kind of thing.  Saged the crap out of the office.  The book title has the word desperate in it.  You don’t want to think of yourself as a desperate character, Beck.  Because you’re the opposite, babe.  You’re the smartest girl I know.  Honestly, you blow me away.  Oh, shit.  Gotta roll.  Johno’s blowing up my phone.  Hey, you should come by the office, test out some new flavors.  We’re doing cumin.  I know how much you like Indian food.  It looks good on you, by the way.  The extra weight.  Yeah.  Hey.  I’m on my way, bro.  You guys ordering pizzas?  Yeah, don’t dick me over like last time.  Gluten-free crust.  Not from that vegan place.  Vegan cheese tastes like asshole.  I’m talking French gourmet shit.  No.  Johno.  Johno.  Listen to me.  They can’t do half-gluten-free ’cause it’s dough.  They have to use a spelt dough.” — Benji Ashby

“Babe, I told you people are basically good.  It’s a great job, bro.  Okay.  Beck, it’s freezing out here.  Sorry I didn’t make it, you know?” — Benji Ashby

“Johno!  Listen to this.  ‘Dear Benji, heard about your soda.  Am interested in including you on my fall list of must-tries.  Would love to discuss.  Perhaps even try some?  Jeff Pavensey.’  It’s the culture guy from New York magazine.  No shit.  Back off while I think.  Jeff, comma, so nice to hear from you, bud, period.  Yeah, our sodas are legit, period.  I would love to meet up to have you try the goods, period.  Let’s set something up.  ‘Sounds great.  I can call between meetings to see if you’re available.’  No offense, we discussed this.  It’s best the product has one clear face at the beginning.  that’s just more me.” — Benji Ashby

“Jeff!  Hey, man.  Jeff.  Nice to meet you, man.  Yeah, I’ve been here a couple of times.  Hmm.  All right.  Hey, man, I’m thinking maybe…” — Benji Ashby

“Please.  Whatever you think I did, you got the wrong guy.” — Benji Ashby


Johno, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, ShehzadJohno

“That’s the dude you’re always retweeting?  Hit him back, bro.  This is gonna take us next level.  What time do you think we’ll meet?” — Johno


Paco, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Luca PadovanPaco

“‘Sup, Joe?  Yeah, mom and Ron are just talking.  Reads quick.  It’s good.  Nah.  My mom will just make me something later.  You sure, Joe?” — Paco

“Almost.  It’s so good.  Sometimes the dialogue’s weird, though.  Like when they’re killing each other and still all nice about it.  I was hoping we could go get another one.  Did you know Dumas was a black dude?  I googled him.  His grandmother was a slave, and his dad was a brigadier general.  He killed like half a battalion.  He probably knew that since you work at a bookstore.  How’d you get to work here, anyway?  He seems nice.  I never see him around here.  Is he dead?  Sold what?  Freaky.  It’s cold.  If the zombies come, this is where I’m hiding.  That’s a lot of stuff to remember just to take care of some old books.  ‘Don Quicks-oat.’  What’s chivalry?  I probably shouldn’t take this home.” — Paco

“We just grabbed some milkshakes.  Joe’s not a stranger.” — Paco

“Joe.  It’s Ron.  He came home drunk.  He started yelling.  Saying I thought I was smart, reading my books and looking at him like he’s dumb.  No, he didn’t touch me.  I tried to stop him… I’m sorry.  Got it.” — Paco


Ethan, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Zach CherryEthan

“Paula Fox.  Nice.  You know, she was, uh, Courtney Love’s maternal grandmother.  She write her number on there?  She was on you hard.  I’d be googling the hell out of her right now.  You know her full name.  What do I tell you?  Always be closing that shit.  If you need me, I’ll be in cookbooks.  But for work.  Not for fun.  I swear.” — Ethan

“I’ll be back.  Well played, sir.  Well played.  Yeah.” — Ethan


Mooney, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Mark BlumMooney

“Careful, Joseph.  When it comes to the value of a book, it’s all about condition.  I’ll show you.  It’s always 65 degrees.  Too dry, they get brittle.  Always keep books upright so the spines don’t become rolled or warped or what we call ‘cocked.’  Always towards the spine.  Sunlight can ruin a book as fast as fire.” — Mooney


Ron, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Daniel CosgroveRon

“I went out for a couple of drinks.  Get off my back.” — Ron

“Where you been, Paco?  Yes, he is.  Inside.  Now.  Okay?  Keep away from my girlfriend’s kid.  Don’t you tell me how to parent.  This whole nice guy act might work on other people.  I’m a parole officer, 1 years, and I can see what you are.  You’re a freak.  So, stay away from Paco, because if you don’t, I’ll grab a steak knife and I’ll cut those freak eyes out.” — Ron


Claudia, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Victoria CartagenaClaudia

“Leave me alone!  You’re on the phone.  Leave me alone.  Why is coming home such a chore for you?  You always go out with your friends!  And I’m sick of it!  Screw you, Ron!  Get out of here!  Leave me alone.” — Claudia


Professor Leahy, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Reg RogersProfessor Leahy

“I told you, it’s Paul.  Are you ready for class?” — Professor Leahy

“‘One day You won’t need love anymore One day, you won’t walk through the world As though it was your job To hold everything up The sun, the sky The hard part of the night’  It’s good.  It’s quite good.  But, Beck, where’s the rest?  You owe me 20 more pages.  If the schedule is too rigorous, drop back to part-time.  You’ll figure it out.  You’re smart, or you wouldn’t be here.  Paul.  I’m rooting for you.  You just need to keep up.  Happy to discuss further.  After class some evening.  If we’re gonna seriously discuss poetry, it should be over a drink.  There’s a little gastropub I love… about me helping an aspiring writer?  She’s used to my generosity.  So, Thursday night, then?  Excellent.  And don’t worry about the next few days.  Just go home and get caught up.” — Professor Leahy


Blythe, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Hari Nef

Blythe


Edwin Beck, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Michael Park

Edwin Beck


Nancy Whitesell, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Emily Bergl

Nancy Whitesell


Dr. Nicky, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, John Stamos

Dr. Nicky

“What don’t you understand?  You and seven billion other people on this planet.  If we understood love, I’d be out of a job.  I have to say, it’s sort of unique to everybody, like a fingerprint or… a strand of DNA or the song you lost your virginity to.  ‘Hungry Like the Wolf.’  Some people have a hard time letting love in.  Some people are built for love.  Some people… some people are searching.  Searching for someone who can love them in the way that they deserve.  That’s you.” — Dr. Nicky


Karen, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Natalie Paul

Karen


Candace, You, Netflix, Lifetime, Warner Bros. Television Distribution, A&E Studios, Warner Horizon Television, Alloy Entertainment, Ambyr ChildersCandace




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