Mae-West O'Mara: There are some things we can hide from. Things we can leave behind. And there are other things that are inside us carried with us, wherever we go. Things that are a part of us before we've even left the womb.
Mae-West O'Mara: The long line of Furlongs had come to an end. Their strange gifts died out with James. But I don't know if he ever really understood what was inside him. He thought it was just a curse, but love brought something else and he gave me a future again.
James Furlong: I have something for you. You made them better. There were buds on every branch. And birds everywhere.
Mae-West O'Mara: I don't think I can take credit for that. I guess it was a late spring.
Mae-West O'Mara: And then a few months later I saw his eyes again, and his smile.
Diana: What about the leaves? I don't make them die, do I?
Mae-West O'Mara: You only inherited the good stuff, the best of him. The leaves die because it's part of life. To make room for new leaves. Which is what you are.