[Remembering his mother's death] Graham:
Dad wasn't making much sense. His hands were like injured birds looking for a safe place to roost.
Debbie: If he gets ya practicing knots, just remember, untying them's the hard part. Graham: I know where you've gone. I know where you're hiding. To have nothing, to feel nothing, to be nothing. It doesn't work, I've tried it. Anything's possible, Jamie, except feeling nothing. That's never possible. Graham Holt: They were a devoted couple, they showed it. Uncle Turpin: You mean she convinced him that she'd go to pieces if he strayed even as far as the end of the garden to do a widdle on his own.