Fates Supports/Forrest Nina
Forrest: Hello, Nina. How are you?
Nina: Fooooorrest... Foooooorrest... Hee hee!
Forrest: Uh. I can hear you, you know.
Nina: What? Oh! That's strange. For some reason I'm totally comfortable chatting with you...unlike most other boys. There's something special about you, Forrest. Foooooorrest... Fooooorrest... Hee hee!
Forrest: Nina? What is going on?!
Nina: Oh, I'm sorry. Sometimes I drift off into a special little world of my own. Hee!
Forrest: Uh...I see. Well, would you mind not, er, chanting my name so excessively?
Nina: Oh, Forrest. I think the two of us should be friends. I mean, my father works for your father, so that could be a little weird, but... I just find you FASCINATING. I want us to be besties, OK?
Forrest: Well...sure. We can be friends, I guess.
Nina: Oh yesssss. I'm very glad to hear that. What an adorable new friend I've made!
Forrest: Honestly, though? You're kinda creeping me out right now, Nina.
Forrest: OK, Nina...are you ready to head into town?
Forrest: Nina? We're going shopping, right?
Nina: "Forrest, Forrest, what a guy... Pretty hair and lovely eyes..."
Forrest: Huh? Did you say something?
Nina: "The boys in town all called his name... Forrest! Won't you play a game?"
Forrest: Hello? Is Nina in there? We'd like to have a conversation with her!
Nina: "But Forrest didn't want to play... He'd turn his back and waltz away."
Nina: "Oh, Forrest, Forrest, can't you see? The only one for you is ME!"
Nina: Huh? Oh, Forrest, when did you get here?
Forrest: I've been here the whole time. The WHOLE time.
Nina: Oh. Er, what did I say? Nothing strange, I hope. My daydreams can be...intense.
Forrest: I'll say. So what, exactly, were you daydreaming about?
Nina: Oh. Well, this one wasn't THAT intense, I guess. I was just daydreaming about, uh, world peace. Yeah, that's it.
Forrest: Really. Really?
Nina: Aw, why does it matter? C'mon, let's go shopping. Hee hee!
Nina: Hey, Forrest...can I ask you a personal question? Do you have any interest in other men? You know...like, if you see a cool-looking guy, does your heart skip a beat?
Forrest: Well, if you put it that way...I suppose so.
Forrest: Well, sure. There are so many talented and beautiful people out there. I definitely find myself starstruck from time to time.
Nina: Um, that's not exactly what I meant.
Forrest: Well, what DID you mean?
Nina: Ugh, why is it so hard to talk about this kind of stuff? I guess it's just...I sort of think of you like a girl friend. But you're a guy. And, y'know, I'm just wondering if you are also INTO guys, if you get my drift.
Forrest: Well, that's pretty forward of you to ask. But for your information...no. I'm not "into" guys. I know I have a pretty feminine style. But that's just what I like! I guess I'm sorry I'm not quite the person you want me to be, Nina.
Nina: Oh, please don't apologize! If anything, I'm the one who needs to say I'm sorry. The thing is...you ARE the person I want you to be. But I'm the worst. I can't believe how rude I've been. You're so important to me, and look at how I'm treating you. *sob* *sob*
Forrest: Nina, I—
Nina: Forrest, I'm going to make this up to you somehow. Just give me the chance.
Forrest: Nina...it's OK. There's nothing to make up. Please don't be so hard on yourself!
Nina: Really? Do you mean that?
Forrest: I do. You've become a good friend, and I like you just the way you are.
Nina: Oh, Forrest. You're too wonderful. And so dreamy... No! That's not what I meant to say! Grr! Am I too crazy for you, Forrest?
Forrest: No. And please don't call yourself crazy.
Nina: Aw, why must you be so admirable? All right. Let's just continue on as friends, shall we?
Forrest: Yes, that's what I want, Nina.
Nina: Sounds good to me!
Forrest: Nina, can we talk?
Nina: What's the matter, Forrest?
Forrest: I love you, Nina.
Nina: HUH?! You love...me?
Forrest: Why should that surprise you?
Nina: Sorry, I've thought about it quite a bit. I assumed I wasn't your type.
Forrest: I thought we'd been over this...
Nina: Oh, not that. I mean me—that I'm not the kind of girl you'd like.
Forrest: And that is?
Nina: Fancier than I am. Frillier? Flouncier?
Forrest: I like you—indeed, love you—as you are.
Nina: Are you sure?
Forrest: Do I seem like someone who doesn't very exactly know his tastes? You mentioned that you'd given this some thought, Nina. Can I assume...you have the same feelings for me?
Nina: Yes. And no. But also yes! It's complicated. You see, I think all sorts of men are beautiful. To pick just one? He'd have to make all the others pale in comparison.
Forrest: I see. Well, do I?
Nina: Oh! You expect an answer? Right here, right now?
Forrest: We can postpone this discussion for as long as you like. But it seems we have both agonized over this in secret for a while. It might be best to simplify this down to a basic question.
Nina: Do we love each other?
Forrest: For me, I pledge with all my heart this simple answer. Yes, yes. A thousand times yes.
Nina: Ooooh! My heart is suddenly a-flutter! How exciting! Maybe you are the perfect fit for me!
Forrest: So I can take that as a...?
Forrest: A...thousand times yes?
Nina: Just once is enough, Forrest. I'm a no-frills kind of girl. And you swear you love me, despite me not being as beautifully frilly as you?
Forrest: I do, Nina. I honestly and truly do.