Look Both Ways

Train driver:
I'm the train driver. I'm sorry.

Julia:
It wasn't your fault.

Meryl Lee:
Maybe it was meant to be... Maybe the right thing happens.

Meryl Lee:
I suppose everyone has to witness something ghastly one day.

Meryl Lee:
My dad died two weeks ago. Why isn't my picture on front of the paper? Why isn't everybody who loses somebody on the front bloody page?

Meryl Lee:
The seven stages of grief. What's the point in knowing where you're up to if you've still got to go through it anyway?

Nick:
Poverty, war, natural disaster... then back to the minibar.

Nick:
There's always this stuff in the paper about a brave-battle-with-cancer but then you're also supposed to accept it and have a nice everybody-gather-round-and-hug-each-other death. And when's that turnaround supposed to happen?

Anna:
You think everyone's got an agenda.

Andy Walker:
And they don't?

Anna:
No. Things just happen.

Joan:
It doesn't matter how he died. Your father's death was not the sum of his life. It doesn't matter how life ends, it matters how it was. I couldn't give him my way of coping and you couldn't give him yours. Everybody has to find a way to face their own death, and life.

Andy Walker:
Perfect. Someone's gone under a train right near your place.

Meryl Lee:
Cancer cancer? You're dumping me because you've got cancer? Shouldn't I be dumping you if you've got cancer?