- Diane Arbus: [to Lionel] I saw you through my window and right away I wanted to take a portrait of you.
- Lionel Sweeney: [holding an inflatable raft] I blew this up for you.
- Diane Arbus: Why did you want me to shave you? Hmm? Why?
- Lionel Sweeney: So I could swim out further.
- Diane Arbus: Swim out?
- Lionel Sweeney: Yes.
- Diane Arbus: What are you saying?
- Lionel Sweeney: [he struggles for words] That I want you with me.
- Diane Arbus: What?
- Lionel Sweeney: Diane.
- Diane Arbus: What are you talking about? You want me to watch you die?
- Lionel Sweeney: I want you with me, that's all.
- Diane Arbus: But is this what you did? Made me fall in love with you to watch you...
- Lionel Sweeney: I don't see it that way at all. I love you.
- Lionel Sweeney: You saw me the night I moved in, remember?
- Diane Arbus: Yes.
- Lionel Sweeney: I definitely saw you. You trying to seduce me, Diane?
- Diane Arbus: No, no.
- Lionel Sweeney: No?
- Diane Arbus: God, no.
- Lionel Sweeney: Is that why you came up here in the middle of the night?
- Diane Arbus: I, um... Well, I would like to, uh, I'd like to take a portrait of you and your... your wife.
- Lionel Sweeney: I don't have a wife.
- Diane Arbus: Well then, I would like to take a portrait of you, just you.
- Diane Arbus: Where is your favourite place to be?
- Lionel Sweeney: The ocean.
- Diane Arbus: Then why don't we go there?
- Lionel Sweeney: We will.
- Diane Arbus: Why did you throw down the key?
- Lionel Sweeney: You looked like you needed to come up to my place.
- Diane Arbus: I want to take a portrait of you and your wife.
- Lionel Sweeney: I don't have a wife.
- Diane Arbus: Then I want to take a portrait of you. Just you.
- Lionel Sweeney: Why do you want to take a portrait of someone you've never seen, Diane?
- Diane Arbus: What is it?
- Lionel Sweeney: Well, every month or so I'm able to breathe about five percent less. My lungs are disintegrating. It's getting harder and harder for me to breathe... deeply. In a matter of months, I'll drown without even swimming, because there'll be nothing left... of my lungs.
- Diane Arbus: You're not dying.
- Lionel Sweeney: Yes, I am.
- Diane Arbus: No, you're not.