- Emily: [to Khalil's bodyguard, in the trunk of his car] Alright, chill out. Alright? We're just going to park your car down the street, alright? You shouldn't have been here. It's your fault
- [shushes the man's screams as she closes the trunk]
- Luna: You will figure out your gift. God will give you gift. My gift was making man. Maybe Emily the teacher. Emily the mother. Emily the something.