- Orla: Don't we owe him this? All of us? Dear God, without him you wouldn't have even met. Are we just forgetting that?
- Edward: [Sitting beside Jack who is lying on his bed after a dose of drugs] You always used to wait for me at the front doo when I got home. Always. Without fail. But then you went away to school. And it was me that was waiting at the door. But it wasn't the same child who came back. No. It was an angry little stranger.