Will: You think I'm too old for you?
Charlotte: Oh, no... I collect antiques, or I aspire to.
John: Buddy, I hate to break it to you, but in the real world... where I live... there're only two kinds of love stories. Boy loses girl and girl loses boy. That's all there is. Somebody always gets left behind. You try to avoid that, you'll end up an old man toastin' yourself with egg nog in the mirror on Christmas Eve. You'll end up dying in your own arms.
Charlotte: If you wanted to seduce me you could have just asked.
Charlotte: Boy, do you look guilty.
Will: You don't want to die! You want to live.
Charlotte: You don't think I've been through this so many times? I don't want to give people hope when there isn't any.
Will: Why not? Maybe we need hope.