- Otto Anderson: [to Marisol] You have given birth to two children. Soon it will be three. You have come here from a country very far away. You learned a new language, you got yourself an education and a nitwit husband and you are holding that family together. You will have no problem learning how to drive. My god, the world is full of complete idiots who have managed to figure it out, and you are not a complete idiot. So, cluch, shift, gas, drive.
- Otto Anderson: [mumbling to himself] Why can't people mind their own business? Idiots. Interrupting me at every turn. The more they babble, the more they drown out the memory of her voice.
- Otto Anderson: [to Marisol] I don't want to clear Sonya from my life. There was nothing before her, and there's nothing after!
- Marisol: I'm something.
- Otto Anderson: [in his post-mortem letter] Marisol, If you're reading this, don't worry. I haven't done anything stupid. It turns out having a big heart isn't as nice as it sounds. The doctors warned me if would get me in the end.
- Otto Anderson: What?
- Marisol: My father used to smile like that.
- Otto Anderson: I'm not smiling.
- Marisol: Exactly.
- Shari Kenzie: [beckoning from her car] Hi, I'm Shari Kenzie. I'm a social media journalist. I'm looking of Otto Anderson...
- Jimmy: Are you sure you wanna do that?
- Marisol: [learning to drive a stick shift] Oh my God, I almost hit that car.
- Otto Anderson: It doesn't matter, that's a hybrid.
- Marisol: [to herself] It's a hybrid only, okay...
- Otto Anderson: I've been an idiot. I got so wrapped up in my own troubles, I stopped thinking of anyone else. And I figured they weren't thinking about me. Friends shouldn't do that. So... This isn't easy to say after all this time. But I'm sorry.