Alberta Trager: Lucy, it’s interesting how you always wear black and deny yourself food.
Lucy Trager: It’s not that interesting, really.
Rebecca: I love your face. It always brings me peace.
Alberta Trager: I’d rather imagine a man than know him for sure.
Alberta: Wow, what a great ass.
Rebecca: You know, I hope he understood that.
Alberta: So do I.
Rebecca: Syl, where are the plants?
Sylvie: What plants?
Rebecca: The plants…we were supposed…to water – we’re not even supposed to be here, are we? My god, are they even out of town?
Rebecca: I hate every room in this house. Nowhere I go feels right.
Lucy: Why are you always everywhere with something to say?
Steven: So if this is a blind date, how disappointed are you?
Lucy: How disappointed are you?
Steven: Not very disappointed.
Lucy: Well I’m not very disappointed either.
Rebecca: Words don’t taste good, they don’t smell good, they don’t keep you warm at night, in fact, words never really leave the mind, do they?