Claire Colburn: To have never taken a solitary road trip across country? I mean everybody's got to take a road trip, at least once in their lives. Just you and some music.
Claire Colburn: I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember.
Claire Colburn: Hey, you're only 45 minutes away. You wanna meet halfway and see the sunrise? At this point it's probably easier to stay up.
Drew Baylor: You think so?
Claire Colburn: I think that's what "they" say.
Claire Colburn: How could I leave you in distress?
Drew Baylor: I see you right there. I see you right there.
Claire Colburn: There you are.
Claire Colburn: You know, You're always trying to break up with me, and we're not even together.
Drew Baylor: I know... We're not?
Claire Colburn: And so we all became helpers, which I so can't help. I can't help helping.
Drew Baylor: Because we have a moment here, let me tell you that I have recently become a secret connoisseur of 'last looks'. You know the way people look at you when they believe it's for the last time? I've started collecting these looks.
Claire Colburn: I want you to get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.
Claire Colburn: Most of the sex I've had in my life was not as personal as that kiss.
Claire Colburn: I'm going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them.
Hollie Baylor: It takes time to be funny. It takes time to extract joy from life.
Drew Baylor: And who says we have to listen to 'them'?
Claire Colburn: They do.
Claire Colburn: I think I've been asleep most of my life.
Drew Baylor: Me too.
Hollie Baylor: We were complete opposites and it worked. And something happened between us that was not part of the plan... we were in love.
Claire Colburn: Just tell me you love me and get it over with.
Claire Colburn: I'm one of a kind.
Ellen Kishmore: Drew, it was real, and it was great, and it was really great.
Claire Colburn: We peaked on the phone.
Drew Baylor: No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also... life.
