Raymond: Here is to being the only one.
Frank Whitaker: I know it's wrong because it makes me feel despicable.
Eleanor Fine: Call me old fashioned, I just like all the men I'm around to be all men.
Raymond: I've learned my lesson about mixing in other worlds. I've seen the sparks fly. All kinds.
Cathy Whitaker: Oh, Raymond, Mrs. Whitaker sounds so formal! Won't you please... ask me to dance?
Cathy Whitaker: That was the day I stopped believing in the wild ardor of things. Perhaps in love, as well. That kind of love. The love in books and films. The love that tells us to abandon our lives and plans, all for one brief touch of Venus. So often we fail at that kind of love. The world just seems too fragile a place for it. And of every other kind, life remains full. Perhaps it's just we who are too fragile.
