- Lorna: What? I don't want to be here with you.
- Andrew: I can't stop thinking of you.
- Lorna: Andrew.
- Andrew: I can't.
- Lorna: Andrew, your wife's funeral's in here.
- Andrew: She's not my wife. You're my wife. I married her because you left.
- Lorna: I have an idea. Why don't you and I make out in front of her dead body? It would excite you, huh?
- Andrew: This has nothing to do with her.
- Lorna: You don't think so? You don't think this is her day?
- Andrew: She's dead now! She doesn't have to worry now!
- Lorna: You shit, you've gone crazy.
- Andrew: No I haven't.
- [tries to touch her]
- Andrew: I masturbate thinking about you.
- [Lorna turns and walks in the room]
- Andrew: That time in the car - in Santa Cruz... You drove me crazy. Nobody can make me come like that. Only you can do that.
- [approaching her]
- Andrew: Do you think about me? Tell me! Tell me if you think about me sometimes!
- [looks her in this eyes, closely]
- Andrew: If you don't, I'll get out of here right now.
- Lorna: Did she know about this?
- [Andrew kisses Lorna]
- Holly: Hey, what was that, um- that song we used to sing form pre-school? You know, the one about the- the planting of the seeds?
- [sniffs]
- Holly: You know, you know, um, ah- wi- wi- "with fertile ground"?
- Vanessa: I don't know.
- Holly: Come.
- [laughs]
- Holly: Sing-a-long, you know it.
- Vanessa: Um, it's -
- [singing]
- Vanessa: "Inch by inch..."- right?
- Holly: Yeah.
- Holly, Vanessa: [singing] "Row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow. All it takes is a rake and a hoe, and a piece of fertile ground. Pulling weeds, pickin' stones, we are made from dreams and bones. I need a place to call my home, when rain comes tumblin' down".
- [they both sob]
- [Lorna and Lisa casually encounter in the Andrew's wife funeral]
- Lorna: Hey.
- Lisa: Hello, Lorna. How are you?
- Lorna: I'm...
- [chuckles]
- Lorna: Did you- did you know her?
- Lisa: Uh- yeah, we met at a yoga class.
- Lorna: Small world.
- Lisa: Yeah. We make it small when we want to.
- Lorna: What do you mean?
- Lisa: By opening doors instead of closing them.
- Lorna: You trying to tell me something? Because everyone here is looking at me and talking to me as if I'm part of this.
- Lisa: About what, this disaster?
- [pause]
- Lisa: I didn't mean anything by it. It is a small world.