Wil: How did you find out she was. . .?
Wai Po: The receptionist at the Manhattan clinic is married to one of Grandpa’s former students.
Wil: One billion Chinese people, two degrees of separation.
Nell: Bette Davis used to have blood-red nails.
Lizzie: Did she?
Nell: That’s what your daddy used to call you. You’d be all dressed up in my best frock and high heels. Talking away to yourself. Away in your own wee world. And he’d say, “Jesus Christ, Nell. Who the hell does that lassie think she is? Bette Davis?” I never really liked Bette Davis. Preferred Barbara Stanwyck. You knew where you were with Barbara Stanwyck.
Kiran Bingley: Darcy’s a great reader. In fact, I think a love of books is on his list for his ideal woman.
Will Darcy: I think you’ve had one too many Sea Breezes.
Kiran Bingley: I remember a very drunken night in Oxford when you recited the list. She has to be smart, speak several languages…
Will Darcy: All right, Kiran, drop it.
Kiran Bingley: No, I recall, she had to be athletic, voluptuous, of course, graceful, witty, confident…
Lalita Bakshi: I’m not surprised Mr. Darcy hasn’t found his ideal woman with a list like that. Does this mean you’re an ideal man?
Will Darcy: I guess you’d be a better judge of that than me.
Lalita Bakshi: As far as I can tell, most men have faults.
Stacy: I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end, we don’t. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance and in the peace that comes from knowing that you just cant know it all. You know, lifes funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.
Ellis Moonsong: Why do things that start off so promisingly always have a way of ending up in the dump?
Melinda Robicheaux: Not for everyone.
Ellis Moonsong: Well, for anybody with any imagination. You know, life is manageable enough if you keep your hopes modest. The minute you allow yourself sweet dreams you run the risk of them crashing down.