Henry:
There's nothing more real than a mirage.
Roman:
Each woman is a universe.
Diana:
Five minutes with you, and I just feel like my life is a figment of my imagination.
Damian:
I know.
Diana:
No, you don't know. No, you don't know. You've just always been this fucking thing that swallows me.
Maria:
Who waters the lawn here?
Maggie:
There are sprinklers on timers.
Maria:
So nobody sees it, because they're all on timers and everybody's dead.
Holly:
Hey, what was that, um- that song we used to sing form pre-school? You know, the one about the- the planting of the seeds?
[sniffs]
Holly:
You know, you know, um, ah- wi- wi- "with fertile ground"?
Vanessa:
I don't know.
Holly:
Come.
[laughs]
Holly:
Sing-a-long, you know it.
Vanessa:
Um, it's -
[singing]
Vanessa:
"Inch by inch..."- right?
Holly:
Yeah.
Holly, Vanessa:
[singing] "Row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow. All it takes is a rake and a hoe, and a piece of fertile ground. Pulling weeds, pickin' stones, we are made from dreams and bones. I need a place to call my home, when rain comes tumblin' down".
[they both sob]
Marisa:
Who are you?
Sandra:
Sandra.
Marisa:
My daughter's name is Sandra. How old are you?
Sandra:
Thirty-seven, mom.
Marisa:
She's younger.
[Lorna and Lisa casually encounter in the Andrew's wife funeral]
Lorna:
Hey.
Lisa:
Hello, Lorna. How are you?
Lorna:
I'm...
[chuckles]
Lorna:
Did you- did you know her?
Lisa:
Uh- yeah, we met at a yoga class.
Lorna:
Small world.
Lisa:
Yeah. We make it small when we want to.
Lorna:
What do you mean?
Lisa:
By opening doors instead of closing them.
Lorna:
You trying to tell me something? Because everyone here is looking at me and talking to me as if I'm part of this.
Lisa:
About what, this disaster?
[pause]
Lisa:
I didn't mean anything by it. It is a small world.
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Richard:
[to Camille] We're gonna be together... forever.
Maria:
How come they say cats have nine lives?
[last lines]
Maggie:
I'm tired, honey.