You didn’t just make something resembling lemonade, dear. You made one of the sweetest damn pitchers of lemonade I ever saw.[to Rebecca]
You deserve it. You deserve the beautiful life you’ve made. You deserve everything, Randall. My beautiful boy. My son. I haven’t had a happy life. Bad breaks. Bad choices. A life of almosts and could-haves. Some would call it sad, but I don’t. ‘Cause the two best things in my life were the person in the very beginning and the person at the very end. That’s a pretty good thing to be able to say, I think.
You asked me a question before. What is it that I love about you now. So I’m gonna start with the obvious. I love the mother that you are. I love that you are still the most beautiful woman in any room and that you laugh with your entire face. I love that you dance funny and not sexy, which makes it even sexier. But most of all, I love that you are still the same woman who, all those years ago, ran out of a blind date because she simply had to sing. You’re not just my great love story, Rebecca. You were my big break. And our love story, I know it may not feel like it right now, but baby, I promise you, it’s just getting started.
When I look in your eyes, I see my home. I see eternity. And no matter what may come our way… I promise that I’ll always choose you.[to Randall]
We go through this life slowly but surely, just collecting these little pieces of ourselves that we can’t really live without until. eventually, we have enough of them to where we feel whole.
This pain is not forever. This moment in time is not forever. Nothing is forever, except us.[to Randall]
The hardest part, Carl, about seeing someone you love in pain is not being able to do anything about it, except try not to make it worse.
Sometimes you just got to do the right thing. You got to do the right thing, even if it’s not what you want.
Sometimes we lose things. Things that we love. And it makes us feel sad. Really sad. And I know right now it feels like the worst thing in the world. But I promise you, you’re gonna find something else to love.[to Kevin]
Roll all your windows down, Randall. Crank up the music. Grow out that ‘fro. Let someone else make your bed.