Maria: You have a kid? William: Yeah? Maria: Chico or chica? William: Chico. Maria: I bet he's special. William: He *is* special. Maria: Everybody's children are so special. It makes you wonder where all the ordinary grown-ups come from. William: I always wondered why the coyote didn't just go out and buy a Road Runner. He had enough money to buy rocket-powered roller-skates so he had money to buy a Road Runner. [last lines] Maria: I miss you. Wole: There is no freckles pornography. William: Well, there is "Anne of Green Gables". Wole: I consider "Anne of Green Gables" to be an erotic masterpiece. Maria: If we had enough information, we could predict the consequences of our actions. Would you want to know? If you kissed that girl, if you talked to that man, if you take that job, or marry that woman, or steal that papel? If we knew what would happen in the end, would we ever be able to take the first step, to make the first move? Maria: If we are frightened, we run. It's our instinct. Adrenaline pumps round the body. The muscles contract. Our heart beats faster. And we run. We run for our lives, we run for safety, for our home, our families, our loved ones. William: Tell me something about yourself. Maria: Make love to me. Make me make love to you.