The Greatest

Rose:
I knew this boy... who was really wonderful to me. The first time I saw him was in freshman English. He wore a baseball hat on the first day of school, and our teacher made him take it off and his hair was all pasted on top of his head, and he smiled at me while he tried to fix it. We watched each other after that. And I started to feel like I knew him. I looked at his yearbook picture so often I knew his face by heart. Our senior year I took piano, and he had soccer, so we would pass each other every day after school in the exact same spot. And it became something I looked forward to. So much so that I could tell you all the days that he was absent because those were the days I was disappointed. And sometimes he would look at me, sometimes he would turn away, and sometimes it would be so intense that we would start looking at each other from the very beginning of the steps. And then on the last day... he talked to me. And everything he said was exactly how I pictured it would be. And he felt the way he felt in my dreams and I thought everything was happening exactly the way it was supposed to. And I was the happiest I've ever been. Happy and scared all at the same time. And if he had signed my belly he would have written something comforting. I was in love with him. That's why I'm keeping this baby. I was in love with him for four years. I barely knew him, but everything was exactly how I imagined it, everything was just how I pictured it. I had to keep this baby. I think he was the love of my life.

Rose:
Do you have any party tricks?

Allen Brewer:
Oof. I don't know if it counts, but I never forget people's numbers. Um... I tend to memorize numbers.

Rose:
What are my numbers?

Allen Brewer:
Well... you have 18 years. 216 months. 864 weeks. 5,920 days. 311,040 hours. You came to our doorstep on 8-14-2008 at 4:30 pm. Your due date is 2-12-2009. Which leaves 119 more days. 2,136 hours. 128,160 minutes. And you have two heartbeats.

[first lines]

Bennett Brewer:
All right, I have a secret to tell you.

Rose:
You're in the middle of the road.

Bennett Brewer:
I know. Do you wanna hear it?

Rose:
Do you want to move your car first?

Bennett Brewer:
No, not really. I just wanna tell you one more thing.

Rose:
All right. [takes a Polaroid picture of him]

Bennett Brewer:
What? That's not gonna be good.

Rose:
[laughing] Okay, tell me.

Bennett Brewer:
I've been in love with you... [a trunk hits their car]

Grace Brewer:
[to man in coma about her husband] He hasn't always been like this. I don't want you to judge him. He's actually a very kind man. And you would see that if you met him. He's never loved anyone less than he should. Never.

Grace Brewer:
Don't I have the right to tell you how I'm feeling?

Allen Brewer:
Not when everything you say is sounding so ugly.

Grace Brewer:
You don't give a puppy to someone who's just lost their dog. You just don't do that.

Bennett Brewer:
[memory of the first time they spoke to one another] Hey... Hi.

Rose:
Hi.