Evening

Lila Wittenborn:
Your mother had her whole life. She sang at my wedding... she raised two girls... we can't know everything she did. We are mysterious creatures, aren't we? And at the end, so much of it turns out not to matter.

[from trailer]

Buddy Wittenborn:
What if we just sang and laughed together... for the rest of our lives.

Young Ann:
It wouldn't work.

Buddy Wittenborn:
Not for you...

Buddy Wittenborn:
Shut up and dance.

Ann Grant Lord:
There's no such thing as a mistake. You get nervous, but you sing anyways.

Buddy Wittenborn:
"Wittgenstein, Schmittgenstein. What's for lunch?"

Mrs. Brown:
Just close your eyes and think of a time when you were happy.

Harris Arden:
I have to tell you something... I still know what stars are ours.

Young Ann:
Aren't you starting a little bit early?

Buddy Wittenborn:
It's Newport. We start at noon.

Buddy Wittenborn:
You know what you've got? You have got a talent for love. You're like a love genius. And there are too many statues of generals and politicians, and there are not enough statues of someone like you. In this world, there is so much of what looks like love, and sounds like love, and calls itself love, but it isn't. It's just people saying and doing what they think they ought to say and do. And you, you, you, are the greatest. You're the greatest. You're the greatest. So here's to love, an-and, here's to you.

Ray:
Mistakes are beautiful, baby. Mistakes are part of the fun.

Buddy Wittenborn:
Hey, I've finally had an idea for my novel.

Young Ann:
Shoot!

Buddy Wittenborn:
It's about a gangster who's in love with a rich girl.

Young Ann:
Honey, that's The Great Gatsby.

Buddy Wittenborn:
Damn. Well, in my version, they all get married and live happily ever after, and it'll be the fun Great Gatsby.

Buddy Wittenborn:
What if you and I just sang and laughed together for the rest of our lives? What if we had a few goofy kids who got our jokes and taught us some new songs?