Nick - 'I've got cancer.'
'So, what are my chances?'
'I'm sure he was going to say something nice when he died.'
'Do you believe in God?'
Meryl - 'Maybe it was meant to be.'
'It's the natural order of things, isn't it?'
'Why isn't everyone who loses somebody on the front bloody page?'
Andy - 'It wasn't about her. It's about a guy jumping in front of a train.'
'I can't do this crap again.'
'Why do people have sex?'
'What's the matter with you?'
Anna - 'I didn't do it deliberately. You were there too.'
Joan - 'It doesn't matter how life ends. It matters how it was.'
'Everyone has to find a way to face their own death...'
Phil - 'I've given up smoking.'
'It's not about you Andy.'
'Cancer, cancer?' (several characters to Nick)
Train Driver - 'I'm the train driver. I'm sorry.' He hands a condolence card painted by Meryl
to Julia.
Julia - 'It wasn't your fault.'
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