Ian: I don't believe in luck. I do believe we've known each other since forever, though.
Sofi: Really?
Ian: Yeah. You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows,
probably smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So my atoms have known your atoms and they've always known your atoms. My atoms have always loved your atoms.
Priya Varma: You know a scientist once asked the Dalai Lama, "What would you do if something scientific disproved your religious beliefs?" And he said, after much thought, "I would look at all the papers. I'd take a look at all the research and really try to understand things. And in the end, if it was clear that the scientific evidence disproved my spiritual beliefs, I would
change my beliefs."
Ian: That's a good answer.
Priya Varma: Ian... what would you do if something spiritual disproved your scientific beliefs?
Sofi: Do you know the story of the Phasianidae?
Ian: The... No, what's that?
Sofi: It's a bird that experiences all of time in one instant. And she sings the song of love and anger and fear and joy and sadness all at once. And this bird... when she meets the love of her life... is both happy and sad. Happy because she sees that for
him it is the beginning, and sad because she knows it is already over.
Ian: It's a false positive, you understand? It's an error. It has to be an error. It's statistically impossible. Data point.
Karen: If I drop this phone a thousand times, a million times... and one time, it does't fall... just once, it hovers in the air. That is an error that's worth looking at.
Sofi: When I saw you that night, I... I had the feeling that I had known you. Actually, I felt like you knew me.
Ian: What do you mean?
Sofi: Like we are connected from past lives.
Ian: I don't believe in that.
Sofi: What do you believe in?
Ian: I'm a scientist.
I believe in data.
Sofi: You know you have it.
Ian: Have what?
Sofi: But you're scared of it.
Ian: I have what?
Sofi: Okay. You live in this room, right?
Ian: Mm-hmm.
Sofi: Reality. You have a bed, you have books, um, a desk, a chair, lamps. Logic. But in
this room, you have a door... to the other side. See? Light comes through. It's open just a tiny bit, but it is open. You keep trying to close that door because you're scared. But you won't always be scared.
Ian: What's behind the door? Besides my dirty laundry.
Sofi: You have to go in to find out. You know what I'm talking about.
Ian: I have no idea.
Sofi: You will.
Ian: I do believe we've known each other since forever.
Sofi: Really?
Ian: Yes. You know how? When the Big Bang happened, all the atoms in the universe were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward, so my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then and... who knows, probably smashed together several times
in the last 13.7 billion years, so my atoms have known your atoms and they've always known your atoms. My atoms have always loved your atoms.
[first lines]
Ian: Every living person on this planet has their own unique pair of eyes. Each their own universe. My name is Doctor Ian Gray. I'm a father, and husband, and I'm a scientist. When I was a child, I realized that the camera was designed exactly like the human eye, taking in light through a lens, forming it into images. I began taking as many pictures of eyes as
I possibly could. I'd like to tell you the story of the eyes that changed my world.
Kenny: Are you hitting on the waitress in front of your pregnant wife?
Karen: I don't know if you know this about me, Kenny, but the gene for jealousy? Recessive.
Ian: Subject: Salomina. S as in...
Karen: Shut the front door.
Ian: A as in...
Karen: Amazing.
Ian: L as in...
Karen: Love you.
Ian: O as in...
Karen: Open-minded.
Ian: M as in...
Karen: Maestro.
Ian: I as in...
Karen: Ian Gray.
Ian: N as in...
Karen: No way this is true.
Ian: A as in...
Karen: Afterlife?
Ian: What's wrong? I know something's wrong, so...
Sofi: You leave me every day to torture little worms?