Sophia: I don't care if you are paying for dinner. What you wanna do is crazy.
Martha: It's time to go, Sophia. I don't want to see another Monday. I don't want to wait, and end up going like Lydia. I'm going to decide when it's over.
Sophia: I always thought somebody named God did that.
Martha: You don't understand. I'm afraid of the pain, of the hurting. I'm afraid of being alone, of dying alone. I can take the pills myself, but I want you to be there and hold my hand.
Sophia: You're right, I don't understand. I'd do anything to stay alive. If my heart stopped beating, I'd want every doctor in town jumping up and down on my chest.
Martha: You say that now, but I don't have the courage to die by inches. I'm going to do it, whether you're there or not. I don't want to die alone. Please, help me.