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Yeah, put your hand out.
She's so beautiful.
I didn't cut this fellow off for the hell of it.
I mean, I was supposed to be special.
Hey, listen. (SNIFFLES)
What did you forget?
And after that?
Johann Gambolputty
Isaac's in the midst of a psychotic episode right now.
Oh, my God. It's so beautiful.
Yes?
Come quickly, he said. I'm tasting the stars.
(HORN HONKING) Whoa!
with an apology and a Peter Gabriel song.
It wasn't great or anything.
Hi! Hi, I'm Augustus.
Can you just get out of my car?
(SOBBING) I love you.
but there's nothing I can do about that.
Nothing has ever looked like this in all of human history!
And Epcot Center.
but for the same reason I did anything these days.
Augustus!
No. Uh...
Will you tell me a story?
We're in a silver Jeep at the gas station. (POUNDING)
I'll always be your mother.
Oh, my God, Mom. I'm not worried.
Mom, we're going to Amsterdam!
The sky is making me sad.
So, we pay for your treatments, your oxygen machines.
And, I don't know...
(BETH CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
But that's okay.
It's a fatal flaw.
I'm really sorry about that.
but, B, hasn't actually died.
known as the Trolley Problem.
How would you like to go on a picnic with me?
they told me I had an 85 percent chance of being cancer-free.
(LAUGHS)
I may have found...
and tell you what became of Anna and her mother...
(INAUDIBLE)
Just before the surgery...
sex
Hi, I'm Isaac.
Slowly, and then all at once.
Hazel.
And, God...
or they took it, but I just...
We didn't want you to feel abandoned.
and, still, a 15 percent chance it might fail.
Look what he said!
And a little insane.
Hey. Rik Smits jersey?
It's not.
MONICA: Always. ISAAC: Always.
I cannot tell you how thankful I am...
Would anyone else in the group like to speak to that?
But when the scientists from the future...
when it seems like the inexorable decline has suddenly plateaued...
You know, just so you're prepared.
obviously, about what happens at the end of your book.
She had leukemia like Anna?
Please?
HAZEL: I believe we have a choice in this world about how to tell sad stories.
Fluid in the lungs preventing oxygenation.
No? No?
if you want the rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.
Wait, throw to my left, or should I aim a little left?
And he is.
but he doesn't actually give it the power to kill him.
Perhaps okay will be our always.
What?
Yeah.
(WHISPERING) Oh, my God.
I somehow feel that everything will change for the better.
Please, be nice.
I'm freaking out. I'm freaking out.
We are Mr. And Mrs. Waters.
Van Houten for in my letters.
So much depends upon... A blue sky
Okay. Can I have an egg? Hazel Grace...
You put the thing that does the killing right between your teeth...
So, uh...
What is this life?
(LAUGHING) We're going to Amsterdam.
Support group-
Come on, just eat something, honey.
You know, just treat me like I'm not dying.
I, too, have an interest in meeting this Mr. Peter Van Houten...
when I couldn't catch my breath
It's a side effect of dying.
No.
But so does going to the mall.
You two are so adorable.
I'm about to lose my eyesight, and she can't handle it.
And then I'm going in to the hospital to have another surgery...
I love you so much.
(SOBBING) Oh, my God.
How dare you!
Yeah. Make yourself at home.
Do you know what Dom Pérignon said
VAN HOUTEN: Who the hell is they, Lidewij?
(CHUCKLES)
for your generous email.
I have to go!
I am in love with you.
and your mother on the fourth.
I'm at the gas station.
Terrible.
She's funny without ever being mean.
why you're sitting here eating a bad cheese sandwich...
(SIGHS)
Just like Anna.
Can we, for one second, just focus on Anna?
But he never responded.
Yes, I did. But the ending.
I have to call 9-1-1. No!
Between author and reader.
Where you going? We're gonna eat something. I have to go.
MR. WATERS: How's it going, Just Hazel?
HAZEL: I know! FRANNIE: You did?
and annoy you for a long time.
This has nothing to do with Gus.
Hey!
(ISAAC CONTINUES YELLING)
Oranjee. Yeah, this is it.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year...
Oh. Oh, wait, the food.
I don't know any other way to say this, Hazel.
What can I do for you?
my love...
Don't get mad. I am mad.
I can't believe I have a crush on a girl with such cliche wishes.
Dude, take that off.
Thank you.
in the Republic of Cancervania for not working.
You know, I'd kind of hoped that he would be the one eulogizing me.
so here I am.