Marcia Gay Harden: Madelyn

If I Were You

Madelyn

Keith: But just remember, God doesn't give us any more than we can carry.
Madelyn: [winces] God has some formula where He can calculate exactly how much pain to inflict on each individual?
[scoffs]
Madelyn: Isn't it interesting the things that are supposed to be mindlessly comforting are really, really horrible? You know, when you think about it.

Madelyn: It's... it's scary. Why? We've been the adults for a long time.
Derek: Hmmm. Maybe because we're next?
Madelyn: Do I feel more mortal? Yes. But little, little, little, little too. Y'know? Like a kid who can't go home when she screws up because home just died in her sleep.

Derek: What do you like best about being alive?
Madelyn: Less and less.
[Both chuckle]
Madelyn: No, really. I mean, maybe this is how it works, if you're lucky and you die old, that your life has just become so disappointing and so lonely, so loveless, so empty, so achey-breaky painful, that when death finally does come along you say..."Where have you been?".
Derek: Oh, come on. You're just saying that to cheer me up.
[laughs]
Derek: But come on... give up spiked whiskey coffee in nursing home waiting rooms?
Madelyn: Ice cream. I like ice cream.
Derek: Wind. I like - I love - windy days.
Madelyn: Well, kisses. Not, you know, kiss-kiss "See you later" kiss, but kisses like... like... like the first time you ever kiss somebody. You know? Kisses. When was our last first kiss? And did we even know it was our last?
Derek: Then our first kisses were gone forever.