My Girl1991

Shelly:
She won't come out. It's been a whole day. You have to do something, Harry.

Harry:
The funeral's starting.

Shelly:
Open your eyes, she's eleven years old! Her only friend in the world is dead.

Harry:
I know that, but what do you want from me?

Shelly:
Stop hiding, Harry! You run, Harry. When I first came here, the idea of working with dead people didn't exactly thrill me. When I saw a family that lived here... I thought, if I'm living without a family, at least I can work with one... and maybe once in a while get invited in for supper.

Harry:
Yeah... and when those suppers are disrupted because there's a car crash, or a fire, or a little boy steps on a beehive.

Shelly:
I'm not asking you to stop caring for those people. But life isn't just death, Harry. Don't ignore the living... especially your daughter...