Flemming: Remember that? 1954, I was a junior in college. That's the last photo I have of you.
Adaline Bowman: Well, you've seen one, you've seen 'em all.
Adaline Bowman: I see you already forgot our little talk about sodium.
Flemming: No, I am simply choosing to ignore it.
Connor: I don't know what it is she's afraid of. It's like she always thinks the bottom will drop out.
Vivi: I think you know why she thinks that, don't you, honey? Because it did. It always did.
Vivi: I take a problem and chew on it 'til all the flavor's gone, and then stick it in my hair.
Vivi: Truth hurts, kiddo. That's all.
Dr. Klein: Do you keep any drugs in your house?
Chris MacNeil: No, of course not, nothing like that.
Dr. Klein: Are you sure?
Chris MacNeil: Well, of course I'm sure. I'd tell you. Christ, I don't even smoke grass.
Chris MacNeil: Would you like some bourbon in that, father?
Father Merrin: Well, my doctor says I shouldn't but thank God my will is weak.
Dr. Lillian Guzetti: Tommy, no-one invents new drugs overnight, no-one! You're not being rational. You can't fix everything.
Tom Creo: Don't tell me what I can and can't do.
Dr. Lillian Guzetti: Your wife needs you! Why are you here?
Tom Creo: Why the fuck do you think I'm here?
Sara Goldfarb: I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old.
Harry Goldfarb: You got friends, Ma.
Sara Goldfarb: Ah, it's not the same. They don't need me. I like the way I feel. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. Now when I get the sun, I smile.
Sister Summersisle: Welcome, Mr. Malus. You have come of your own free will to keep your appointment with the Wicker Man.
Sister Summersisle: They nearly had you.
Edward Malus: Excuse me?
Sister Summersisle: Our little friends, the bees. They almost did you in.
Edward Malus: Yeah.
Sister Summersisle: Pity.
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