Away from Her (2006)
Kristy: And, how old were you when you met?
Grant Anderson: She was 18.
Kristy: Holy! That's pretty young to get married, eh?
Grant Anderson: Wasn't my idea.
Kristy: You mean she proposed to you? Well, that's lovely, that's what I think. How'd she do it?
Grant Anderson: She hadn't planned it necessarily. We were in Tobermory, waiting for the ferry to Manitoulin, and it was miserable and rainy, and she was in a good mood. And, she didn't want any part of my sour mood.
Kristy: What'd she do, what'd she say?
Grant Anderson: Well, she said: "Do you think it'd be fun... Do you think it'd be fun if we got married?"
Kristy: And what did you say?
Grant Anderson: I took her up on it. I shouted yes.
Grant Anderson: I never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.
Fiona: [reading from a book] Never let a person make you feel guilty for your anger with God.
Marian: I'm thinking that sometimes you just have to make the decision to be happy. Just decide. Things aren't ever what you hoped they'd be. Not ever, for anybody. The only thing that separates one kind of person from another is there are some who stay angry about it and there are some who... accept what comes their way.
Grant Anderson: Which kind of person are you?
Marian: I was pretty mad about it. But now... looking at what came my way
Marian: I think I could be the other kind of person. Quite the philosopher, huh?
Grant Anderson: [reading to Fiona from, "Letters From Iceland" by; W.H. Auden] Isn't it true however far we've wandered into our provinces of persecution, where our regrets accuse, we keep returning back to the common faith from which we've all dissented, back to the hands, the feet, the faces? Children are always there and take the hands, even when they are most terrified. Those in love cannot make up their minds to go or stay. Artist and doctor return most often. Only the mad will never, never come back. For doctors keep on worrying while away, in case their skill is suffering or deserted. Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they want belief again in their own size. And the artist prays ever so gently, let me find pure all that can happen. Only uniqueness is success. For instance let me perceive the images of history. All that I push away with doubt and travel, today's and yesterdays alike, like bodies.
Fiona: You never left me; you still made love to me... Despite all those disturbing elements elsewhere. But all those sandals... all those bare female toes, Grant; what could you do?
Fiona: I think all we can aspire to in this situation is a little bit of grace.
Fiona: I'd like to make love, and then I'd like you to go. Because I need to stay here and if you make it hard for me, I may cry so hard I'll never stop.
Kristy: It's never too late to become what you might have been.
[Madeleine is leading Grant down a garishly lit corridor during a tour of the nursing home]
Madeleine Montpellier: So as you can see, we get a lot of natural light.
Grant Anderson: Yes, I can see that.
Grant Anderson: I'm quite aware of your policies. I'm more than aware of your fucking policies.
[Kristy leads Frank down the hallway, past a devastated Grant]
Frank: [as a play-by-play announcer] Well, once again, Nurse Kristy is taking me back to the second floor. The area to my right are the elevators, and as we go on down the hall, there's a man with a broken heart, broken in a thousand pieces. Well, we'll go to Madeleine's office, past the lunch room. Hopefully, they're serving right now. The cannelloni was cold yesterday, but let's see what it's doing today. Let's have - I gotta have some Cokes again. That's what I'm gonna do.
[Grant is talking with Fiona about her desire to move into the Meadowlake nursing home]
Grant Anderson: You're sure?
Fiona: I'm sure.
Grant Anderson: You don't want to just get a sense of the place? I don't want to make this decision alone.
Fiona: [turns and stares blankly at Grant] What place?
[Grant stares back at Fiona, aghast]
Fiona: Just kidding.
Grant Anderson: [grinning] Fuck off.
Fiona: [smiling, then pensive] You're not making this decision alone, Grant. I've already made up my mind.
Grant Anderson: Okay.
Grant Anderson: If you stopped thinking about things the moment you write them down, maybe that's the end of your need to recall.
Eliza: It's a real clusterfuck. All the charmers are taken... or dead. Mostly dead.