Look, if some guy dressed in his mother's clothes breaks in, fight him off until I get my pants back on.

When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.

Why is it you think you'll live forever and why do you want to, I'd like to know, when you deny yourselves so many of the basic pleasures in life?

The outward appearance would never indicate they were brothers. (...) But she could see that at the moment they were as united as triplets in the womb.

Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.

So, you’re hitting on Clare the Fair.” “I’m not hitting on her. I’m exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.” “He’s hitting on her,” Owen said around a mouthful of chips. “You’ve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?” “Suck me. And they weren’t that bad.” “Yeah, they were,” Ryder disagreed. “But at least now we don’t have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world.