Frances: Did you ever realize that we don’t see our own faces? We don’t know if mirrors are lying. We never know what we truly look like.
Frances (to me): The fact that you’re so old humours me…
(Thought I should mention that, though she meant to say that it provides her with humour, the cadence of the sentence is quite common in her speech.)
Frances: Have you always been a mother?
Frances: Heh! That would make us twins, and I’d be the same age, right?
Frances: I wish you could fix every ache with a bandage.
Me: Me, too…
“If you went back in time, would anyone else notice?”