Lorna: What? I don't want to be here with you.
Andrew: I can't stop thinking of you.
Andrew: I can't.
Lorna: Andrew, your wife's funeral's in here.
Andrew: She's not my wife. You're my wife. I married her because you left.
Lorna: I have an idea. Why don't you and I make out in front of her dead body? It would excite you, huh?
Andrew: This has nothing to do with her.
Lorna: You don't think so? You don't think this is her day?
Andrew: She's dead now! She doesn't have to worry now!
Lorna: You shit, you've gone crazy.
Andrew: No I haven't.
[tries to touch her]
Andrew: I masturbate thinking about you.
[Lorna turns and walks in the room]
Andrew: That time in the car - in Santa Cruz... You drove me crazy. Nobody can make me come like that. Only you can do that.
Andrew: Do you think about me? Tell me! Tell me if you think about me sometimes!
[looks her in this eyes, closely]
Andrew: If you don't, I'll get out of here right now.
Lorna: Did she know about this?
[Andrew kisses Lorna]
Henry: There's nothing more real than a mirage.
Roman: Each woman is a universe.
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?
Holly: You know, you know, um, ah- wi- wi- "with fertile ground"?
Vanessa: I don't know.
Holly: Sing-a-long, you know it.
Vanessa: Um, it's -
Vanessa: "Inch by inch..."- right?
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]
[Lorna and Lisa casually encounter in the Andrew's wife funeral]
Lisa: Hello, Lorna. How are you?
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?
Lisa: I didn't mean anything by it. It is a small world.
Richard: [to Camille] We're gonna be together... forever.
Maria: How come they say cats have nine lives?
Maggie: I'm tired, honey.