Seth: That doctor in the operating room. She looked right at me.
Maggie: No dying now, Mr. Messinger. Not until you give me Seth's phone number.
Maggie Rice: We have our whole lives together. You and me. Mr. And Mrs. Plate.
Seth: Some things are true whether you believe them or not.
Nathaniel Messinger: Seth knows no fear, no pain, no hunger, he hears music in the sunrise. But he'd give it all up, he loves you that much.
Maggie Rice: I don't understand.
Nathaniel Messinger: He can fall, he can give up his existence as he knows it, he can give up eternity and become... one of us.
Maggie: What happened?
Seth: Free will.
Seth: I always asked the dying what they liked best about living. Wrote it down in my book. This is it. This is what I like best.
Maggie Rice: Are you here? I want to see you. Let me see you. Just stay. Just stay until I fall asleep.
Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway.
Maggie Rice: Well, it tastes like a pear. You don't know what a pear tastes like?
Seth: I don't know what a pear tastes like to you.
Maggie Rice: Sweet, juicy, soft on your tongue, grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth. How's that?
Seth: It's perfect.
Maggie Rice: We fight for people's lives in here, right?
Jordan Ferris: Uh-huh.
Maggie Rice: Don't you ever wonder who it is we're fighting with?
Seth: I came to take Mr. Balford... and I saw you. I couldn't take my eyes off you. How you fought for him. And you looked right at me... like I was a man.
Maggie Rice: I wait all day, just hoping for one more minute with you, and I don't even know you.
Maggie Rice: I'm not afraid. When they ask me what I liked the best, I'll tell them, it was you.