The Unmarried Mother: You know how it is. People want to adopt a little golden-haired moron. And later on, the boys, they want big tits and pouty lips.
The Interviewer: Do you see yourself as a tourist or a participant?
The Unmarried Mother: I've excelled in advanced physics, biology and astronomy. A tourist is someone who travels across the ocean only to be photographed sitting next to their boat. I have no intention of being a tourist.
The Bartender: Here you are at the beginning of your new life. It can be overwhelming knowing the future you're about to create. Knowing the purpose of that life. You know who she is. And you understand who you are. And now maybe you're ready to understand who I am. You see, I love her too.
The Unmarried Mother: The man who ruined my life is a ghost, and so is my daughter. I guess at some point, you have to let it go.
The Bartender: You're about to embark on the most important job a man has ever had. And you're going to do great. I know.
Jane: Are you lost?
The Unmarried Mother: No I'm looking for someone. Thanks, I'll just wait.
Jane: Well, you know what they say about good things happening to those who wait.
The Unmarried Mother: But only the things left behind by those who hustle.
Jane: I was thinking the exact same thing. What are the odds?
The Unmarried Mother: What are the odds.
The Unmarried Mother: I stopped looking in the mirror. I hated what I saw. I have no photos of myself as a young girl. I don't even remember what I looked like. It's just more of a feeling now.
The Bartender: Well, you look better than I do.
The Unmarried Mother: Who cares how a barkeep looks? Or a writer for that matter.