- Ray Reed: [comforting dying dog] She's dying.
- Young Gwen: I can feel it. I can feel it too! No, no, no, no, no, no...!
- [shudders]
- Young Gwen: This can't be it! his can't be it! There's got to be another one...!
- Ray Reed: I can't...
- Young Gwen: This can't be it! There needs to be another one, there needs to be more, there needs to be another one! You need to find me another one. Ray, you need to go and you need to find me another one, *you need to find me another one, Ray! Find me another one!*
- Young Sam: [after their fruitless search, Gwen lies panting, and he taunts her] So, your career just fizzled out, hey? I guess people just... forgot about you.
- Young Gwen: [with utmost disdain] Fuck you!
- Young Sam: I guess it's as they say in Hollywood... "Growing old is a bitch."
- Ray Reed: Listen, Max... I don't know where she got 'em, but when it wears off, she's gonna need me.
- Max McKinnon: What?
- Ray Reed: She didn't tell you?
- [shakes his head]
- Ray Reed: It doesn't last.