Carlton Morrow: It's window pane, for clarity of vision.
Jonathan Glover: The best thing about Philadelphia is you can leave it.
Clare: Is there anything you couldn't do?
Bobby Morrow: I couldn't be alone.
Alice Glover: Do something for me?
Bobby Morrow: Anything.
Alice Glover: Hold me. Just hold me.
Bobby Morrow: OK.
Alice Glover: Tighter. Don't be gentle with me. Squeeze me harder. Harder! Make me feel like you're breaking my ribs.
Bobby Morrow: You were married?
Clare: Years ago. He was a sadistic drug addict, and I was, well, a masochistic aspiring drug addict. It made sense at the time.
Alice Glover: I'm not innocent in all this, Bobby. I can't pretend to be. I honestly don't know what to do. I'm supposed to be the mother. I'm the adult here, and I honestly don't... have the slightest idea what to do or say to either one of you.
Bobby Morrow: I get up and walk around in the dark sometimes. Does that weird you out?
Jonathan Glover: No... I don't know.
Bobby Morrow: When the place is all dark, when you and Clare have gone to sleep, and I'm awake, it's like being alive and being dead at the same time, y'know? It's this sorta halfway thing, where people who are alive are dreaming and people who are dead are... where they are. And I'm here... in the dark and the quiet.
Carlton Morrow: We'll find you a woman in the sixth grade. Somebody with a little experience.
Jonathan Glover: Growing up in the country doesn't doom anybody to good behavior. Most of the really interesting murderers come from derelict farms.
