Pearly Soames: I'll tell you something that should chill your blood. No matter how far we tip the scales our way, no matter how many of them we turn dark, nothin' seems to break their capacity for hope. They pass it back and forth like the flu at a preschool fair. We're losing, Lucifer. One bright star at a time, we're losing.
Pearly Soames: ...nothing seems to break their capacity for hope. They pass it back and forth like the flu at a preschool fair.
Peter Lake: Is it possible to love someone so completely, they simply can't die?
Isaac Penn: How do I know you're not moved by vanity or curiosity? How do I know that you're not here for the money in this family?
Peter Lake: I was an orphan, orphans don't have vanity. I'm not quite sure why, but one needs parents to be vain.
Isaac Penn: Who are you? What do you do? What is your relationship to Beverly? Are you aware of her special condition? What are your motivations, intentions, and desires? Tell the absolute truth. Don't elaborate. Stop if a neighbor, child, or servant comes in. And be brief.
Isaac Penn: Be brief. If you were one of my reporters, you'd be done by now. God created the world in six days. Ape him.
Beverly Penn: The sicker I become, the more I can see that everything is connected by light.
Pearly Soames: You see Beverly Penn, in my line, it's the ripples that give the work meaning. Ideas, they can do more good than harm. And that would be the opposite of the plan, you see.
