Nine Lives

Henry:
There's nothing more real than a mirage.

Roman:
Each woman is a universe.

Diana:
Five minutes with you, and I just feel like my life is a figment of my imagination.

Damian:
I know.

Diana:
No, you don't know. No, you don't know. You've just always been this f***ing thing that swallows me.

Maria:
Who waters the lawn here?

Maggie:
There are sprinklers on timers.

Maria:
So nobody sees it, because they're all on timers and everybody's dead.

Holly:
Hey, what was that, um- that song we used to sing form pre-school? You know, the one about the- the planting of the seeds? [sniffs] You know, you know, um, ah- wi- wi- "with fertile ground"?

Vanessa:
I don't know.

Holly:
Come. [laughs] Sing-a-long, you know it.

Vanessa:
Um, it's - [singing] "Inch by inch..."- right?

Holly:
Yeah.

Holly, Vanessa:
[singing] "Row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow. All it takes is a rake and a hoe, and a piece of fertile ground. Pulling weeds, pickin' stones, we are made from dreams and bones. I need a place to call my home, when rain comes tumblin' down".

[they both sob]

Marisa:
Who are you?

Sandra:
Sandra.

Marisa:
My daughter's name is Sandra. How old are you?

Sandra:
Thirty-seven, mom.

Marisa:
She's younger.

[Lorna and Lisa casually encounter in the Andrew's wife funeral]

Lorna:
Hey.

Lisa:
Hello, Lorna. How are you?

Lorna:
I'm... [chuckles] Did you- did you know her?

Lisa:
Uh- yeah, we met at a yoga class.

Lorna:
Small world.

Lisa:
Yeah. We make it small when we want to.

Lorna:
What do you mean?

Lisa:
By opening doors instead of closing them.

Lorna:
You trying to tell me something? Because everyone here is looking at me and talking to me as if I'm part of this.

Lisa:
About what, this disaster? [pause] I didn't mean anything by it. It is a small world.

Richard:
[to Camille] We're gonna be together... forever.

Maria:
How come they say cats have nine lives?

[last lines]

Maggie:
I'm tired, honey.

Lorna:
What? I don't want to be here with you.

Andrew:
I can't stop thinking of you.

Lorna:
Andrew.

Andrew:
I can't.

Lorna:
Andrew, your wife's funeral's in here.

Andrew:
She's not my wife. You're my wife. I married her because you left.

Lorna:
I have an idea. Why don't you and I make out in front of her dead body? It would excite you, huh?

Andrew:
This has nothing to do with her.

Lorna:
You don't think so? You don't think this is her day?

Andrew:
She's dead now! She doesn't have to worry now!

Lorna:
You sh*t, you've gone crazy.

Andrew:
No I haven't. [tries to touch her] I masturbate thinking about you. [Lorna turns and walks in the room] That time in the car - in Santa Cruz... You drove me crazy. Nobody can make me come like that. Only you can do that. [approaching her] Do you think about me? Tell me! Tell me if you think about me sometimes! [looks her in this eyes, closely] If you don't, I'll get out of here right now.

Lorna:
Did she know about this? [Andrew kisses Lorna]