The Comfort of Strangers

Robert:
Let me tell you something: My father was a very big man. And all his life he wore a black mustache. When it was no longer black, he used a small brush, such as ladies use for their eyes. Mascara.

Caroline:
Are you in love?

Mary:
Well, I... I do love him, I suppose. Not quite like when we first met. I trust him, really. He's my closest friend. But, what do you mean by in-love?

Caroline:
I mean that you'd do absolutely anything for the other person, and you'd let them do absolutely anything to you. Anything...

Mary:
Anything?

Caroline:
I knew that fantasy was passing into reality. Have you ever experienced that? It's like stepping into a mirror.