- John Baxter: What are you reading?
- Laura Baxter: I was just trying to find the answer to a question Christine was asking me: if the world's round, why is a frozen lake flat?
- John Baxter: Huh. That's a good question.
- Laura Baxter: [flipping through a book] Ah-ha. "Lake Ontario curves more than 3 degrees from its eastern most shore to its western most shore." So, frozen water really isn't flat!
- John Baxter: Nothing is what it seems.
- Heather: One of the things I love about Venice, is that it's so safe for me to walk.
- John Baxter: Steps.
- Heather: Thank you... The sound changes, you see, as you come to a canal. And the echoes from the walls are so clear... My sister hates it.
- John Baxter: That's too bad.
- Heather: She says it's like a city in aspic, wrapped over from a dinner party, where all the guests are dead or gone. It frightens her. Too many shadows.
- John Baxter: My daughter is dead, Laura. She does not come peeping with messages back from the fucking grave! Christine is dead. She is dead! Dead, dead, dead, dead! Dead!
- Bishop Barbarrigo: [while passing by a dilapidated church] The churches belong to God, but he doesn't seem to care about them. Does he have other priorities? We have stopped listening.
- Laura Baxter: Your Bishop really makes me feel quite uneasy.
- John Baxter: He probably makes God feel slightly less than immaculate.
- Inspector Longhi: Age makes women grow to look more like each other. Don't you find that? Old men decay and each becomes quite distinct. Women seem to converge, eh?
- Bishop Barbarrigo: Are you a Christian, Laura?
- Laura Baxter: I don't know. I'm kind to animals and children.
- Bishop Barbarrigo: St. Nicholas of this church is the Patron Saint of scholars and children. An interesting combination, don't you think?
- John Baxter: I'm not going to get involved with two neurotic old women in a session of mumbo-jumbo. No way!
- John Baxter: [referring to Bishop Barbarrigo] I get the sensation that he doesn't give an ecclesiastical fuck about the church.
- Laura Baxter: Listen, I've been trying very hard to hang on to myself and to forget about what happened and to get rid of this emptiness that's been with me like some pain.
- Wendy: I'll be back in a jiffy.
- [exits]
- Heather: Here you are. Where are you?
- Laura Baxter: Me? Oh, I'm here!
- John Baxter: It was - it was like a - it was a kind of prophecy.
- Bishop Barbarrigo: I wish I didn't have to believe in prophecy. I do, but I wish I didn't have to.
- Laura Baxter: Maybe I should start taking my pills again.
- John Baxter: On the desk, right there. There. Here. Here.
- Heather: Puss. Puss, puss, puss. Puss, puss, puss. I've tried to keep them. They never stay.
- John Baxter: Well, they're very wild in Venice.
- Mandy Babbage: Johnny's absolutely fine! Quite right as rain. He woke up this morning with no headache. No after affects and - fit as a fiddle!
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