Tate Langdon: What do you want?
Violet Harmon: What I wanted was you.
Tate Langdon: You told me to go away.
Violet Harmon: Yeah, but I never said goodbye.
Tate Langdon: It's nothing personal. It's just that she's all alone. And that's not right!
Constance Langdon: Now... what am I going to do with you?
Hayden McClaine: Grow a pair. She's not into you. You're not getting back in her, she'll never talk to you again
Tate Langdon: I'll wait... forever if I have to.
Tate Langdon: I don't want to hurt you! Though I do have to kill you.
Constance Langdon: May I confide something?
Constance Langdon: Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things. I was gonna be somebody-a person of... significance. A star of the silver screen, I once thought. But my dreams became nightmares. Instead of laurels, funeral wreathes. Instead of glory, bitter disappointment, cruel afflictions. But now I understand, tragedy was preparing me for something greater. Every loss that came before was a lesson. I was being prepared. And now I know for what. This child. A remarkable boy. Destined for greatness! In need of a remarkable mother. Someone forged in the fires of adversity, who can guide him with wisdom. With firmness. With love.