Joy Gresham: We can't have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That's the deal.
C.S. Lewis: Have you got any cranberry sauce, Mrs. Young?
Mrs. Young: Cranberry sauce, what's that?
C.S. Lewis: Well, it's a sauce made from... cranberries.
Mrs. Young: Well, you find me some cranberries, Mr. Lewis, and I'll sauce them.
Harry: But she's not.
C. S. Lewis: Not my wife. No, how could she be? I'd have to love her, wouldn't I? She'd have to be more important to me than anything in the World. I'd have to be suffering the torments of the damned. The thought of losing her.
Harry: I'm so sorry, Jack. I didn't know.
C. S. Lewis: Neither did I, Harry.
C. S. Lewis: Pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
Joy: Jack, don't you sometimes just bust to share the joke? Here's your friends thinking we're unmarried and up to all sorts of wickedness, when all along we're married and up to nothing at all.
Jack: Will you marry this foolish, frightened old man... who needs you more than he can bear to say... who loves you, even though he hardly knows how?
Joy: Back where I come from, there's this quaint old custom. When a guy makes up his mind to marry a girl, he asks her. It's called proposing. Did I miss it?
Jack: I love you, Joy. I love you so much. You made me so happy. I didn't know I could be so happy.
Joy: The pain then is part of the happiness now. That's the deal.
