George: I've nothing to say.
Dot: You have many things...
George: Well, nothing that's not been said.
Dot: Said by you, though, George.
George: I do not know where to go.
Dot: And nor did I.
George: I want to make things that count, Things that will be new...
Dot: I did what I had to do:
George: What am I to do?
Dot: Move on.
Dennis: I'm going back to NASA. There's just too much pressure in this line of work.
Franz: Work is what you do for others, liebchen... Art is what you do for yourself.
Dot: Yes, George, run to your work. Hide behind your painting. I have come to tell you I am leaving because I thought you might care to know. Foolish of me, because you care about nothing.
Georges Seurat: I care about many things.
Dot: Things, not people.
Georges Seurat: People too. I cannot divide my feelings up as neatly as you, and I am not hiding behind my canvas, I am living in it!
Dot: What you care for is yourself.
Georges Seurat: I care for this painting. You will be in this painting.
Dot: I am something you can use.
Georges Seurat: I had thought you understood...
Dot: It's because I understand that I left, that I am leaving.
Georges Seurat: Well, there's nothing I can say, is there?
Dot: Yes, George, there is! You could tell me not to go. Say it to me. Tell me not to go. Tell me that you're hurt, tell me you're relieved... tell me that you're bored, anything, but don't assume I know. Tell me what you feel.
Georges Seurat: What I feel? You know exactly how I feel. Why do you insist you must hear the words when you know I cannot give you words? Not the ones you need...
Georges Seurat: Order. Design. Tension. Balance. Harmony.
Georges Seurat: Look, I made a hat where there never was a hat.
Dot: I Chose and my world was shaken, So what? The choice may have been mistaken... the Choosing was not...
Georges Seurat: It Isn't so much that you do as you like that you like what you do.
Marie: There are only two worthwhile things to leave behind when you depart this world of ours: children and art.
Dot: We lose things and then we choose things. And there are Louis' and there are Georges... well, Louis' and George. But George has George, and I need someone!