Claudia: "That's exactly what everyone said when Mom and Dad left. 'Try to get back to normal Claudia'. So I tried that, I really tried. And I was getting pretty good at it. But that's it, I'm not doing it anymore. I'm not going to try to be okay with people leaving me ever again."

Charlie to Bailey & Julia (at cabin): I don't wanna play any more games, OK? I'm not some little kid who's afraid of the dark. I mean, I wish, I wish, I wish that's all there was to be afraid of. Wouldn't that be simple?

Bailey to Julia: Why do I feel like I did something wrong?
J: 'Cause that's you, Bay.
B: Why? Why is that me? Because I wasn't always like this, Jul. Youremember, when I was, like, 15 years old? I was getting in trouble all the time, blowing off my curfew... J: Well, that's just being a kid. You were a kid.
B: Right. And then they died. They checked out and the next day I was, I was this adult. I went from being 15 one day to 45 the next.

Annie to Sarah: There are good answers for people who have money, and there are good answers for people who have people to take care of them, but there are no good answers for me.

Bailey to Charlie & Julia (at 3:00 a.m.): Wrong number. My heart is pounding.
Julia: God, phone calls in the middle of the night, huh?
Charlie: Phones used to ring all the time in the middle of the night. It just meant Dad was hung up at the restaurant or Mom's car battery died after rehearsal, that's all. 'Til that night. Some police officer, Sergeant Dubrowsky. Darrell Dubrowsky, saying 'There's been an accident, son.' Saying it real slow. Saying it twice. March 22, 1994, at 11:45. That's when phone calls in the middle of the night stopped being nothing. And nothing's ever been nothing since, you know? You don't see your brother when you pull up to daycare -- he's been kidnapped. Your sister gets home late from a music lesson -- she got hit by a bus. Doctor tells you your test results turned up an irregularity -- you're gonna die. I guess that's the way life works, you know? I know that now.
Julia: Charlie.
Bailey: Come on, man -- don't do this to yourself.
Charlie: Did I do it to myself? I don't know, Bay. For 24 years I believed that everything always turned out OK. And then March 22, 1994 happened, and now I don't.