Moira: Rarely is the material of quality, the challenge is to lift it off the page. And I think part of the problem, David, is that I'm getting nothing from you. It's like working off a corpse.
David: I actually think you do play off a corpse in the next scene, and if I'm being perfectly honest, this is all playing a bit big.
Moira: Hmph! Big.
David: Yeah.
Moira: And would that be a note? A note, coming from my son?! Who I carried for almost a full seven months, to an actress who has been short-listed for more than seven major made for television motion pictures? The script is nothing more than a jumping off point.

Moira: Look what you've done! Look at it! Lying there, lifeless. Yet, in its eyes, I see darkness.
David: It's just a crow, Mrs. Mandrake.
Moira: Dr. Mandrake. And you must be kidding yourself if you think more are not coming. They always do. They're watching you, Gareth. The crows have eyes. And you better not look them in it.
David: Uh, it-it's just a flock of crows, Dr. Mandrake. What's the worst that can happen?
David: Oh, you'll see!
Moira: And it's not a flock, my dear boy. It's a murder. Yes, I said murder.

Jocelyn and Twyla: From one lover to another Uh huh Islands in the stream
Moira: [singing in another language]
Jocelyn and Twyla: That is what we are
Moira: K-H-E-O-K!
Jocelyn and Twyla: No one in between How can we be wrong
Moira: [singing in another language]
Jocelyn and Twyla: Sail away with me to another world
Moira: [singing loudly in another language]
Jocelyn and Twyla: We'll be lying with each other, uh huh
Moira: Uh huh.