Lorna: What? I don't want to be here with you.

Andrew: I can't stop thinking of you.

Lorna: Andrew.

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.

[approaching her]

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]

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.

Henry: There's nothing more real than a mirage.

Roman: Each woman is a universe.

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?


Holly: You know, you know, um, ah- wi- wi- "with fertile ground"?

Vanessa: I don't know.

Holly: Come.


Holly: Sing-a-long, you know it.

Vanessa: Um, it's -


Vanessa: "Inch by inch..."- right?

Holly: Yeah.

HollyVanessa: [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...


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?

[last lines]

Maggie: I'm tired, honey.