Bar Keeper: If you really love someone, you want more for them than you want for yourself. Do you understand?
Roland: I figured out your fisherman. He goes with the tide. You let it pull you out to sea or guide you back in. Sometimes you have to move with it. Sometimes, honey, that's all we can do.
Vanessa: Do you see that fisherman? He goes out every day, comes back every night. Hardly catches any fish. What keeps him from going insane? From being so tired of it all? What is it we don't know?
Roland: I just want to get drunk for breakfast.
Roland: Is that what you want? To be unknown by someone?
Roland: Honey, why are you doing this? Why are you trying to put that in my head? So you can be the victim? Being the wife of a failed writer is not good enough for pill-popping and self-pity? Now you need a better reason to destroy yourself?
Vanessa: Now my outsides match my insides.
