- Gina: [first lines - chanting] Pretty little Gina was a clever little girl. Had a plan to help about one half of the world. No matter how she tried to help everyone at once, 50% fell into a dark and dismal slump.
- Jennifer: When were you born, Jeremy?
- Jeremy: When uh, September 22, 1989.
- Jennifer: And where were you on September 22, 1989?
- Jeremy: Here.
- Jennifer: So you were born in space and time.
- Jeremy: Is there any other way?
- Jennifer: And when are you leaving this world?
- Jeremy: What?
- Jennifer: You're not staying here forever, when are you leaving?
- Jeremy: I don't know, I don't wanna know.
- Jennifer: Ah. You don't want to know. I don't want to know either.
- Jeremy: Yeah, it's just creepy.
- Jennifer: A little learning is a dangerous thing.
- Ian: You're not in control. No one's controlling this. It's not personal. It's not about us. Don't fool yourself into thinking you understand it. You can either service it or resist it. Either way, in the end it wins. Not everyone's saved. But without it, everyone is doomed.
- Gina: Human hands are so nice.
- [last lines]
- Gina: The tender words we said to one another are stored in the secret heart of heaven. One day like rain they will fall and spread, and our mystery will grow green over the world.