[looking at a new "Centre of Excellence" sign outside the entrance to the Casualty department]
Charlie Fairhead: It's the implication I don't like. What were we before? A "Centre of Mediocrity"? A "Centre of Not-Bad", I suppose.
[talking to the tree that she has just planted in the hospital grounds in memory of Curtis whom she had been about to marry]
Alice Chantrey: [tearfully] Sorry, Curtis. It's just me. Feels like things have changed round here. Things have moved on already. New boss, new team. It's like everyone's forgotten. Don't worry - I won't ever forget.
[reading a tribute at the tree that Alice has planted in memory of Curtis]
Charlie Fairhead: They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same divine principle - the root and record of their friendship. If absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the sea. They live for one another still. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, immortal because they are ever present.