Mary Rawlinson: [At the wedding reception, eyeing her drink] This is a bit depressing. Still, one can't do these things sober.
Lou Clark: Oh, no, wait, there's alcohol in this stuff?
Mary Rawlinson: Absolutely, darling. And I firmly encourage you to get as drunk as possible.
Will Traynor: You don't get it Clark. I want to be in Paris as me. The old me. With pretty French girls giving me the eye.
Lou Clark: Could be something to look forward to.
Will Traynor: If I shut my eyes now, I know exactly how it feels to be in that little square. I remember every sensation. I don't want those memories erased by
the stuggle to fit behind a table, the taxi drivers who refuse to take me, and my wheelchair power pack that won't charge in a French socket.
Stephen Traynor: If Louisa can come up with things that Will is able and prepared to do, then that's all for the good, surely. Sports, concerts... I'd love to see him do any of these things.
Camilla Traynor: Okay, okay. Louisa, if you can get me a schedule, I'll see if I can shift things around in my diary.
Stephen Traynor: No. Let
him do it for himself. Will needs to be allowed to feel like a man.
Josie Clarke: [dinner prayer] Dear Lord, thank you for the food we eat, and the company we keep. Thank you for the opportunities you give us, and the strength to face the challenges we meet on our journey. Amen.