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conversations.value: Provide the first long scene for a screenplay with the title 'The Fault in Our Stars'.
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conversations.value: The Fault in Our Stars
  
  EXT HAZEL'S BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER Hazel lays on the grass in her backyard staring up at the stars. She rings him back and as she does SPLITSCREEN w/ Hazel in the grass and:
  INT GUS'S BASEMENT BEDROOM - SAME Gus (upside down) in bed, a laptop on his chest.
  GUS Hazel Grace.
  HAZEL Hello Augustus.
  GUS So I read it again. And I just kept feeling like... like it was a gift. Like you'd given me something important.
  GUS On the other hand... we need closure, don't we?
  HAZEL What we need is a sequel.
  GUS Yes. We need to know what happens to Anna's family after she dies.
  HAZEL That's what I kept asking Van Houten for in my letters.
  GUS But he never wrote back.
  HAZEL That's correct.
  GUS Because he's a recluse.
  HAZEL Yeee-up.
  GUS Utterly unreachable.
  HAZEL Unfortunately so. Gus clears his throat, smiles. Hazel waits.
  GUS "Dear Mr. Waters... I am writing to thank you for your electronic correspondence received this 6th of April. Hazel sits up. Could it be...?
  GUS "I am grateful to anyone who sets aside the time to read my book..."
  HAZEL Augustus!?
  GUS I found his assistant. I emailed her. She must have forwarded it to him.
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conversations.value: Provide another scene.. Start with the sentence 'FRANNIE But it is a pipe'.
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conversations.value: FRANNIE But it is a pipe.
  HAZEL No it's not. It's a drawing of a pipe. See?
  FRANNIE When did you get so grown up? I feel like it was yesterday I was telling 8-year old Hazel why the sky was blue. You thought I was a genius back then.
  HAZEL Why is the sky blue?
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conversations.value: Provide the last long scene.
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conversations.value: Hazel CLOSES HER EYES.
  GUS'S VOICE Ok, Hazel Grace?
  A beat. Another. Hazel OPENS HER EYES. And she says to the universe:
  Fault in Our Stars, The Writers : Scott Neustadter Michael H. Weber Genres : Drama Romance User Comments
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conversations.value: Provide the first short for the screenplay.
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conversations.value: The Fault in Our Stars
  
  EXT. HAZEL’S BACKYARD - NIGHT5555Hazel lays on the grass in her backyard staring up at the stars. She rings him back and as she does SPLITSCREEN w/ Hazel in the grass and:
  INT. GUS’S BASEMENT BEDROOM - NIGHT5656Gus (upside down) in bed, a laptop on his chest. 
  GUSHazel Grace.HAZELHello Augustus.GUSI can’t stop thinking about this goddamn book. 
  HAZEL(smiles)You’re welcome.GUSOn the other hand... we do need closure, don’t we? HAZELWhat we need is a sequel.
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conversations.value: HAZELI mean...GUSThat is just...HAZELThere are no words. * The Fault In Our Stars 2nd Pink Revisions 9/30/13 73.CONTINUED:106106 (CONTINUED)Hazel and Gus smile. This night could not be going any better *so far. 
  CUT TO:
  INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT107107*LATER. We FOLLOW a tray of food from the KITCHEN, through the *restaurant, until it lands on Hazel and Gus’s table. Gus *takes a bite. If it wasn’t already clear on his face:*GUSI want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Vegas and marry it. After a few bites, *she leans back in her chair.*HAZELI like your suit.GUSThanks. First time wearing it. 
  HAZELThat isn’t the suit you wear to funerals?GUSOh no. That one’s not nearly this nice.(off her look)When I first found out I was sick - they told me I had like an 85% chance to be cancer-free. Great odds, sure. But that meant a year of torture, the loss of my leg, and still a 15% chance it might fail.A long beat.GUS (CONT’D)So anyway right before the surgery I asked my parents if I could buy a suit, like a really nice suit, just in case I didn’t make it. 
  HAZELIt’s your death suit. The Fault In Our Stars 2nd Pink Revisions 9/30/13 74.CONTINUED: (2)106106 (CONTINUED)GUSThat’s what it is.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Hazel.
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conversations.value: HAZELI mean... GUSThat is just... HAZELThere are no words. * The Fault In Our Stars 2nd Pink Revisions 9/30/13 73. CONTINUED:106106 (CONTINUED)Hazel and Gus smile. This night could not be going any better *so far. 
  CUT TO:
  INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT107107*LATER. We FOLLOW a tray of food from the KITCHEN, through the *restaurant, until it lands on Hazel and Gus’s table. Gus *takes a bite. If it wasn’t already clear on his face:*GUSI want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Vegas and marry it. Hazel also marvels at the deliciousness. After a few bites, *she leans back in her chair. *HAZELI like your suit. GUSThanks. First time wearing it. 
  HAZELThat isn’t the suit you wear to funerals?GUSOh no. That one’s not nearly this nice. (off her look)When I first found out I was sick - they told me I had like an 85% chance to be cancer-free. Great odds, sure. But that meant a year of torture, the loss of my leg, and still a 15% chance it might fail. A long beat. GUS (CONT’D)So anyway right before the surgery I asked my parents if I could buy a suit, like a really nice suit, just in case I didn’t make it. 
  HAZELIt’s your death suit. The Fault In Our Stars 2nd Pink Revisions 9/30/13 74. CONTINUED: (2)106106 (CONTINUED)GUSThat’s what it is.
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conversations.value: EXT. RIVERBANK - (AMSTERDAM) - FLASHBACK - NIGHT165165The romantic GONDOLA in which they sat overlooking the water.
  INT. ROOM - ANNE FRANK HOUSE - FLASHBACK - DAY166166The passionate kiss which we now see is happening in Anne Frank’s house. The Fault In Our Stars Pink Draft 8/21/13 127.
  INT. HOTEL ROOM - FLASHBACK - NIGHT167167The two of them falling onto the bed together.[All of these are images we saw at the beginning of the movie, only now, we SEE the oxygen tank, we SEE Gus’s leg, we SEE the fumbling and the difficulties etc. They don’t make these images less beautiful. They make them twice as beautiful - because they’re real.]GUS’S VOICEI love her, god I love her. I’m so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have a say in who hurts you.
  EXT. HAZEL’S HOUSE - BACKYARD - NIGHT168168AND BACK ON Hazel in the grass. She holds the letter to her chest. A single tear falls onto her cheeks. 
  GUS’S VOICEI like my choices. I hope she likes hers. Hazel CLOSES HER EYES.GUS’S VOICE (CONT’D)Ok, Hazel Grace?A beat. Another.Hazel OPENS HER EYES. And she says to the universe:HAZELOk.BLACK. The Fault In Our Stars Pink Draft 8/21/13 128.
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conversations.value: Provide the first three paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Fault in Our Stars
  We reached the bottom of the hill. "Okay, yeah," I said. I was in no mood for this. Peter Van Houten would not hijack Gus's funeral. I wouldn't allow it. "Thanks," I said. "Well, I guess we're at the bottom of the hill."
  As we drove away, I watched through the back window as he took a drink and raised the bottle in my direction, as if toasting me. His eyes looked so sad. I felt kinda bad for him, to be honest.
  We finally got home around six, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to sleep, but Mom made me eat some cheesy pasta, although she at least allowed me to eat in bed. I slept with the BiPAP for a couple hours. Waking up was horrible, because for a disoriented moment I felt like everything was fine, and then it crushed me anew. Mom took me off the BiPAP, I tethered myself to a portable tank, and stumbled into my bathroom to brush my teeth.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The Fault in Our Stars
  We reached the bottom of the hill. "Okay, yeah," I said. I was in no mood for this. Peter Van Houten would not hijack Gus's funeral. I wouldn't allow it. "Thanks," I said. "Well, I guess we're at the bottom of the hill."
  As we drove away, I watched through the back window as he took a drink and raised the bottle in my direction, as if toasting me. His eyes looked so sad. I felt kinda bad for him, to be honest.
  We finally got home around six, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to sleep, but Mom made me eat some cheesy pasta, although she at least allowed me to eat in bed. I slept with the BiPAP for a couple hours. Waking up was horrible, because for a disoriented moment I felt like everything was fine, and then it crushed me anew.
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conversations.value: I nodded. I was crying. I couldn't get over how happy I was, crying genuine tears of actual happiness for the first time in maybe forever, imagining my mom as a Patrick. It made me think of Anna's mom. She would've been a good social worker, too.
  Mom leaned forward and pressed her face into my messy puff of hair and kissed me at the very top of my head. I said to Dad, "I don't want you to become like a miserable unemployed alcoholic or whatever."
  My mom smiled. "Your father isn't Peter Van Houten, Hazel. You of all people know it is possible to live with pain."
  My heart raced, but I nodded. Mom said, "Kaitlyn's on the phone for you." I pointed at my BiPAP. She helped me get it off and hooked me up to Philip and then finally I took my cell from Mom and said, "Hey, Kaitlyn."
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: ". She helped me get it off and hooked me up to Philip and then finally I took my cell from Mom and said, "Hey, Kaitlyn." I pointed at my BiPAP. Mom said, "Kaitlyn's on the phone for you."
  My heart raced, but I nodded. You of all people know it is possible to live with pain. "Your father isn't Peter Van Houten, Hazel."
  My mom smiled. I said to Dad, "I don't want you to become like a miserable unemployed alcoholic or whatever.
  Mom leaned forward and pressed her face into my messy puff of hair and kissed me at the very top of my head. She would've been a good social worker, too. It made me think of Anna's mom. I couldn't get over how happy I was, crying genuine tears of actual happiness for the first time in maybe forever, imagining my mom as a Patrick. I was crying.I nodded
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conversations.value: Esther Earl, whose life was a gift to me and to many. I am grateful also to the Earl family—Lori, Wayne, Abby, Angie, Graham, and Abe—for their generosity and friendship. Inspired by Esther, the Earls have founded a nonprofit, This Star Won't Go Out, in her memory. You can learn more at tswgo.org.
  The Dutch Literature Foundation, for giving me two months in Amsterdam to write. I'm particularly grateful to Fleur van Koppen, Jean Cristophe Boele van Hensbroek, Janetta de With, Carlijn van Ravenstein, Margje Scheepsma, and the Dutch nerdfighter community.
  My editor and publisher, Julie Strauss-Gabel, who stuck with this story through many years of twists and turns, as did an extraordinary team at Penguin. Particular thanks to Rosanne Lauer, Deborah Kaplan, Liza Kaplan, Elyse Marshall, Steve Meltzer, Nova Ren Suma, and Irene Vandervoort.
  My wife, Sarah, who is not only the great love of my life but also my first and most trusted reader. Also, the baby, Henry, to whom she gave birth. Furthermore, my own parents, Mike and Sydney Green, and parents-in-law, Connie and Marshall Urist.
  My friends Chris and Marina Waters, who helped with this story at vital moments, as did Joellen Hosler, Shannon James, Vi Hart, the Venn diagramatically brilliant Karen Kavett, Valerie Barr, Rosianna Halse Rojas, and John Darnielle.