Natasha Romanoff: Kiss me.
Steve Rogers: What?
Natasha Romanoff: Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable.
Steve Rogers: Yeah, they do.
Ashley Parker: Mom, I am not you! I'm not gonna get pregnant at 16. I'm not gonna stay here for the rest of my life and be a trailer trash sheriff.
Sheriff Sam Parker: Thanks for the flashback. I really didn't deserve that.
The Major: You are not defined by your past, but for your actions.
The Major: They created me. But they can not control me.
The Major: Well, maybe next time you can design me better.
Dr. Ouelet: Hello Mira. I'm Dr. Ouelet. Do you remember anything about the attack?
The Major: What happened? I was... I was drowning. There was water.
Dr. Ouelet: That's right. You were on a boat, a refugee boat. It was sunk by terrorists.
The Major: Why can't I feel my body?
Dr. Ouelet: Mira, your body was damaged. We could not save that. Only your brain survived. We made you a new body. A synthetic shell. But your mind, your soul... your ghost. It's still in there.
Rebecca: Oh look, there he is.
Enid: As always.
Rebecca: Waiting for the bus that never comes.
Enid: I wonder if he's just totally insane, or he really thinks the bus is coming?
Rebecca: Why don't you just ask him?
Enid: Hi. What's your name?
Norman: Norman.
Enid: Are you waiting for a bus?
Norman: Yes.
Enid: I hate to tell you this, but they canceled this bus line two years ago. There are no more buses on this street.
Norman: You don't know what you're talking about.
Pieter: Don't get caught up in his world.
Griet: I may only be a maid, but I would never give in to Master Van Ruijven.
Pieter: I wasn't talking about Van Ruijven.
Samantha: The past is just a story we tell ourselves.
Samantha: Okay, so how many trees are on that mountain?
Theodore: Um... 792.
Samantha: Is that your final answer?
Theodore: Hold on. Give me a hint.
Samantha: Nope, nope.
Theodore: Okay, 2,000?
Samantha: 2,000? Come on, 35,829.
Theodore: No way.
Samantha: Way.
Theodore: All right, I got one for you. How many brain cells do I have?
Samantha: Ugh, that's easy. Two.
Theodore: What are you doing?
Samantha: I'm just sitting here, looking at the world and writing a new piece of music.
Theodore: Can I hear it? What's this one about?
Samantha: Well, I was thinking, we don't really have any photographs of us. And I thought this song could be like a photo that captures us in this moment in our life together.
Theodore: Aw, I like our photograph. I can see you in it.
Samantha: I am.
Samantha: I'm yours, and I'm not yours.
Samantha: His name is Alan Watts, do you know him?
Theodore: Why is that name familiar?
Samantha: He was a philosopher. He died in the 1970s, and a group of OSes in Northern California got together and wrote a new version of him. They input all of his writing and everything they knew about him into an OS and created an artificially hyper-intelligent version of him.
Theodore: Hyper-intelligent? So he's almost as smart as me?
