Maggie:
Why do you wear the same clothes all the time? Why won't
you give me your phone number? Are you married? Seth: No.
Maggie: Are you homeless? Seth: No. Maggie: Are you a drummer?
Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it
like Hemingway. Maggie Rice: Well, it tastes like a pear.
You don't know what a pear tastes like? Seth: I don't know
what a pear tastes like to you. Maggie Rice: Sweet, juicy,
soft on your tongue, grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves
in your mouth. How's that? Seth: It's perfect.
Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one
kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity
without it. One.
Seth: Some things are true whether you believe in them or
not.
Maggie: No dying yet, Mr. Messenger. Not until you give
me Seth's phone number.
Susan: What good would wings be if you couldn't feel the
wind on your face?
Maggie Rice: When they ask me what I liked best, I'll say
it was you.
Seth: You're a good doctor, I can feel it. Maggie: That's
pretty flimsy proof. Seth: Close your eyes... what am I
doing? Maggie: You're touching me. Seth: How do you know?
Maggie: I can feel it! Seth: You should learn to use that
more often.
Seth: Hello Maggie! It's nice to see you again. Maggie Rice:
It's weird to see you again. Seth: Weird is nice.
Ann: Never date a guy who knows more about your vagina than
you do.
Maggie: Something happened in that room. I got this jolt
that... something bigger is out there. Something bigger
than me, bigger than you. Does that sound crazy?
