Lou Clark: I don't do much, okay. I go to work and I go to home and that's it.
Will Traynor: Wow, your life is even duller than mine.
Lou Clark: Right, Will, you better not move until I clean that up because I've got no idea what I'd do if you pop a tyre.
Will Traynor: You look like a madwoman. An oddly cheerful madwoman.
Will Traynor: Interesting choice of footwear.
Lou Clark: Patrick says they make me look like a leprechaun drag queen.
Will Traynor: He was being nice.
Lou Clark: I know we can do this. I know it's not how you would have chosen it, but I know I can make you happy. And all I can say in that you make me... you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful, I would rather be with you - even the you that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world.
Will Traynor: You are pretty much the only thing that makes me wanna get up in the morning.
Camilla Traynor: He gave me 6 months. We can still persuade him.
Stephen Traynor: And do you think that the pretty waitress is going to do that?
Camilla Traynor: We are talking about complete loss of the legs and very limited use of the arms and the hands. Would that bother you?
Lou Clark: Not as much as it bothers him.
Stephen Traynor: If Louisa can come up with things that Will is able and prepared to do, then that's all for the good, surely. Sports, concerts... I'd love to see him do any of these things.
Camilla Traynor: Okay, okay. Louisa, if you can get me a schedule, I'll see if I can shift things around in my diary.
Stephen Traynor: No. Let him do it for himself. Will needs to be allowed to feel like a man.
Will Traynor: First kiss I ever had was on that rampart.
Lou Clark: Probably didn't hurt that you owned the castle.
Will Traynor: Ah, maybe I should've told her. She dumped me a week later for a boy who worked at a local shop.
Lou Clark: What do you usually do?
Will Traynor: I don't do anything Miss. Clarke, I sit and just about exist.
Lou Clark: He hates me, every time I speak he looks at me like I'm stupid.
Mary Rawlinson: Oh, God! There ought to be a law against Englishmen on dance floors.
Lou Clark: Why am I here for?
Nathan: To cheer him up I guess.
Patrick: You really expect me to sit while you swan off with another man on a honeymoon?
Lou Clark: His other caregiver is coming, too.
Patrick: Oh, two guys! Oh well, well, that's all right then.
Will Traynor: You don't get it Clark. I want to be in Paris as me. The old me. With pretty French girls giving me the eye.
Lou Clark: Could be something to look forward to.
Will Traynor: If I shut my eyes now, I know exactly how it feels to be in that little square. I remember every sensation. I don't want those memories erased by the stuggle to fit behind a table, the taxi drivers who refuse to take me, and my wheelchair power pack that won't charge in a French socket.
Patrick: I bought your parents cinema tickets and graddad's in his room asleep, I think.
Lou Clark: You bribed my parents and jailed my granddad, good.
Camilla Traynor: Well... This is Louisa Clark. Nathan will talk you through his equipment.
Will Traynor: I'm here, Mother. You don't have to talk across me. My brain isn't paralyzed. Yet.
Lou Clark: You know what Sharon, you can stick your premier badge right up your relaxed dining area.
