Alexis: You know, it's funny how a person just by living can damage another person beyond repair.
Conor Ludlow: You know, before you, I had no idea who I was. Then when we were together, I thought I had it all figured out. Now I'm just back to wondering again.
Mary Rigby: I guess people grieve differently.
Eleanor Rigby: Just let me disappear for a while.
Julian Rigby: Tragedy is a foreign country. We don't know how to talk to the natives.
Conor Ludlow: You know, before you, I had no idea who I was. Then when we were together, I thought I had it all figured out. Now I'm just back to wondering again.
Mary Rigby: I guess people grieve differently.
Eleanor Rigby: Just let me disappear for a while.
Julian Rigby: Tragedy is a foreign country. We don't know how to talk to the natives.
Spencer Ludlow: A shooting star only lasts a second, but... aren't you glad to at least have seen it?
Eleanor Rigby: He went soft. I stayed hard. That was that.
Eleanor Rigby: Wanna do something stupid?
Katy Rigby: Yeah, I'm the queen of doing something stupid.
Professor Friedman: All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Professor Friedman: I don't really know who you are.
Eleanor Rigby: It's OK, neither do I.
Eleanor Rigby: I'm okay. Is it okay to be okay?
Katy Rigby: Yeah, okay okay all you want. Are you really okay?
Eleanor Rigby: I can pretend.
Professor Lillian Friedman: You're just taking classes just to take classes, right?
Eleanor Rigby: Something like that.
Professor Lillian Friedman: Well, let me save you some time. All the perpetual students, the hedge-fund wives, and your generation of too many choices, they usually go to Tim Gunn's class and listen to him talk about Project Runway. Or you could take the art history class on the advent of color photography, just for good cocktail party conversation.
Eleanor Rigby: My "generation of too many choices?"
Professor Lillian Friedman: Democracy has its drawbacks...
Eleanor Rigby: You're... teaching classes just to teach classes, right?
Professor Lillian Friedman: Something like that.
Professor Lillian Friedman: You okay?
Eleanor Rigby: Sure.
Professor Lillian Friedman: Liar.
Eleanor Rigby: Sure.
Professor Lillian Friedman: I'm not sure why people have kids. You know, first there's the nine months of agony, your body hurts, it's hot, it's cold, you crave pickles, and there's no words to describe whatever the fuck labor is. And then this little stranger comes out, sucking every bit of life you have left in you, and as soon as you're ready to jump out of a window, all of a sudden, he smiles. And whatever you do, however you do it, however you imagine your child's life, or what kind of parent you'd be, 29 years later, he's in some shrink's office accusing you of some stupid thing that you said or did that for the life of you, you can't remember saying or doing.
Eleanor Rigby: How have you and mom made it this far?
Julian Rigby: I'm not sure. Endurance. Everyone starts out thinking, this is forever. But then things get hard... at some point or another. And then other things don't pan out the way you thought they would. I suppose the trick is not running for the hills, even when you think it's the most rational thing to do. I don't know.
Eleanor Rigby: You ever have that moment where you... know you're doing something stupid, but you do it anyway?
Guy from Club: Yeah, every day.
Eleanor Rigby: He went soft. I stayed hard. That was that.
Eleanor Rigby: Wanna do something stupid?
Katy Rigby: Yeah, I'm the queen of doing something stupid.
Professor Friedman: All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Professor Friedman: I don't really know who you are.
Eleanor Rigby: It's OK, neither do I.
Eleanor Rigby: I'm okay. Is it okay to be okay?
Katy Rigby: Yeah, okay okay all you want. Are you really okay?
Eleanor Rigby: I can pretend.
Professor Lillian Friedman: You're just taking classes just to take classes, right?
Eleanor Rigby: Something like that.
Professor Lillian Friedman: Well, let me save you some time. All the perpetual students, the hedge-fund wives, and your generation of too many choices, they usually go to Tim Gunn's class and listen to him talk about Project Runway. Or you could take the art history class on the advent of color photography, just for good cocktail party conversation.
Eleanor Rigby: My "generation of too many choices?"
Professor Lillian Friedman: Democracy has its drawbacks...
Eleanor Rigby: You're... teaching classes just to teach classes, right?
Professor Lillian Friedman: Something like that.
Professor Lillian Friedman: You okay?
Eleanor Rigby: Sure.
Professor Lillian Friedman: Liar.
Eleanor Rigby: Sure.
Professor Lillian Friedman: I'm not sure why people have kids. You know, first there's the nine months of agony, your body hurts, it's hot, it's cold, you crave pickles, and there's no words to describe whatever the fuck labor is. And then this little stranger comes out, sucking every bit of life you have left in you, and as soon as you're ready to jump out of a window, all of a sudden, he smiles. And whatever you do, however you do it, however you imagine your child's life, or what kind of parent you'd be, 29 years later, he's in some shrink's office accusing you of some stupid thing that you said or did that for the life of you, you can't remember saying or doing.
Eleanor Rigby: How have you and mom made it this far?
Julian Rigby: I'm not sure. Endurance. Everyone starts out thinking, this is forever. But then things get hard... at some point or another. And then other things don't pan out the way you thought they would. I suppose the trick is not running for the hills, even when you think it's the most rational thing to do. I don't know.
Eleanor Rigby: You ever have that moment where you... know you're doing something stupid, but you do it anyway?
Guy from Club: Yeah, every day.