- Helen Girardi: [reading Adam's mom's suicide note] "Dearest boy, my Adam. I dreamed a dream, you and I facing each other in a tiny yellow boat on green water under a blue sky. Me and my son and a yellow boat. And we laugh, and the boat rocks and the ripples spread from the boat to pond to sea to sky and nothing can stop them, and nothing ever will. When you think of me, Adam, know that in a world of pain, you were, and always will be my joy. Love, Mom."
- Adam Rove: Thank you.
- Joan Girardi: The ripples were good!
- Kevin: [in the hospital yelling to departing Bear] Hey, I am not afraid to have sex. I've got moves you've never even heard of. There's a list of girls a mile long who have no complaints about Kevin Girardi between the sheets!
- [He looks back and sees his family in the doorway]
- Kevin: I'm on a lot of painkillers...
- Will Girardi: So, uh, what did you dream about?
- Joan Girardi: Boys in mirrors.
- Will Girardi: Well, maybe this is one of those dreams you shouldn't tell your father.
- Joan Girardi: Like Orlando Bloom in a Speedo?
- Will Girardi: Now I'm going to have a nightmare.
- Will Girardi: What are you doing up?
- Joan Girardi: I had kind of a weird dream.
- Will Girardi: Koala bears?
- Joan Girardi: No, dad, I haven't had the koala bear dream since I was five. Evil koala bears in hats. Ick.
- Helen Girardi: What is going on?
- Will Girardi: We've been served a federal search warrant.
- Helen Girardi: Why?
- Will Girardi: My guess is the mayor is making allegations of his own, and these guys are here to check them out.
- FBI Special Agent Shannon Hodgins: I'm not saying you're right, but I'm most definitely not saying you're wrong.
- Joan Girardi: [snickering] You sound like God.
- Will Girardi: FBI. Same thing.
- Helen Girardi: Watcha doing?
- Will Girardi: I'm, um, making a list of demands.
- Helen Girardi: Ooh. Who are we taking hostage?
- Will Girardi: I've been offered a job. Undersheriff, Arcadia division.
- Helen Girardi: Honey, that is incredible.
- Will Girardi: I didn't become a cop to make policy. I became a cop to put bad guys in jail.
- Helen Girardi: Well, you are putting a large number of big, powerful bad guys in jail.
- Will Girardi: Yeah. And I lost my entire police department doing it.
- Helen Girardi: I've come to ask you for a favor.
- Adam Rove: Sure. Anything.
- Helen Girardi: I know that you're mad at Joan, but I would like you to talk with her.
- Adam Rove: I don't want to.
- Helen Girardi: I know, but that's why it's called a favor.
- Joan Girardi: Hi, I'm-I'm Joan. Um... I-I watched Rocky sometimes for Ms. Tardio when she went to night school. Um... he was pretty much a weirdo. I mean, he knew 10,000 ways you could die in your own home, three just by sitting on the toilet. Did you know that's how Elvis died?
- Sylvia Tardio: He told me.
- Joan Girardi: Yeah. Rocky was so... morbid. I mean, one time, he informed me that statistically, I will die February 5, 2066, by-by which time all of you will already be totally dead.
- [she and Sylvia can't help but laugh]
- Joan Girardi: Rocky made death funny.
- [crying]
- Joan Girardi: Until today. Today, it's not so funny... because he isn't here, and that's just...
- [crying and laughing again]
- Joan Girardi: ...sad.
- Nurse God: You're right to worry about Adam. In his world, suicide is a reality. He's lived with it for three years.
- Joan Girardi: Oh, my God.
- Nurse God: Some suicides are motivated by rage, at another human being, or the universe. Or me. Others come from a deep sadness. Suicide seems the only way of stopping the pain. And then there are those who do not end their mortal lives. But still, they stop living, which is also a kind of suicide.
- Joan Girardi: Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Adam is gonna... kill himself? Why?
- Nurse God: Rocky finished well. The - let's call the ripples - ripples Rocky left behind are sad, but good. Adam's mother's ripples are not good.
- Joan Girardi: Okay. I get that "all that I can handle without falling over" are hints, so maybe uh, a... a better hint of what I should do?
- Nurse God: There's more than one way to talk to people who aren't here anymore. There's definitely more than one way to listen. Especially in Adam's case.
- Joan Girardi: Or I have an idea. You could bring Adam's mother back from the dead and make everything all right.
- Nurse God: Not today.
- Joan Girardi: Okay, God. Why put us in a place where we get to know people and love them, and then they're gone, and we don't know if we ever get to see them again?
- Creepy Guy God: [entering] Interesting eulogy, Joan. Unorthodox.
- Joan Girardi: This is a mad, creepy look.
- Joan Girardi: [after learning Adam's mother killed herself] I know about the note.
- Adam Rove: Grace told you, huh?
- Joan Girardi: Yeah, Grace is in on it, and so is my mother, and so am I. It's none of my business, right? Except it is! It is because here we are, and... I am way in this. I am mad absolutely in this. So... why haven't you read her note?
- Adam Rove: I can't.
- Joan Girardi: Why? Is it smudged from tears, or written backwards, or is it...
- Adam Rove: I'm afr... I'm afraid... that it'll say that what she did was my fault.
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: Why in God's name would you turn down this job?
- Will Girardi: I knew a better candidate, Deputy Sheriff Roebuck.
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: That's Undersheriff, like something from Robin Hood. And I'd appreciate a real answer.
- Will Girardi: I turned down the job because I'm better where the rubber meets the road than I am in an office. In fact, you won't find anyone better when it comes to rubber and road.
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: You looking to get back into the detective business?
- Will Girardi: My wife likes Arcadia, and you're going to need someone to run the detective bureau.
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: So you get me this job, and in return, I get you that job?
- Will Girardi: Roy, you don't... get me that job. You... offer it to me. You're the boss.
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: Damn right I'm the boss. You can't keep your secretary.
- Will Girardi: Well, Jeanne? Y-you're gonna need her.
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: This is my office.
- Will Girardi: You're the boss.
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: I don't need you to keep reminding me. I know who's the boss...
- [offering a handshake]
- Undersheriff Roy Roebuck: ...Detective Girardi.
- Will Girardi: [shaking hands] Thank you... Undersheriff Roebuck.
- Reverend Dougherty: Rocky faced his disease bravely. He never lost heart. Everyone who came into contact with this... remarkable boy came away better for knowing him. If there is anyone who would like to share a brief remembrance of Rocky, then, uh, please step forward.
- Joan Girardi: Uh, I think I have something to say.
- Helen Girardi: Okay, honey, but just remember it's a funeral, so...
- Joan Girardi: Do I have to say "we gather here today"?
- Reverend Dougherty: I already took care of that.
- Joan Girardi: Excuse me, Doctor. Can you tell me how to get change?
- Doctor at Vending Machine: Change comes from within, but first you have to want to change.
- Joan Girardi: [suspecting it's God] "Death is a dividing line", "Change comes from within." What is with your lame fortune cookie wisdom today?
- Doctor at Vending Machine: It was just a vending machine joke, kid.
- Creepy Guy God: Death is a dividing line.
- Joan Girardi: I don't need God to tell me that death is a dividing line. Everybody knows that. What we don't know is what it divides us from.
- Creepy Guy God: One of the necessary mysteries.
- Joan Girardi: Last night when I dreamt about Rocky and he told me to read the obituaries, that was you, right?
- [he nods]
- Joan Girardi: And when I saw him at the funeral?
- Creepy Guy God: No. That was between you and Rocky.
- Joan Girardi: He looked happy. Does that mean he's in a better place?
- [seeing his expression]
- Joan Girardi: Ugh. Yeah, I'll know someday. Be patient. How soon will I know, exactly? February 5, 2066? Wait. Don't tell me. Like you would even tell me.
- Creepy Guy God: There's nothing I could say to make you understand.
- Joan Girardi: Oh, come on! God, try me! Give me a hint!
- Creepy Guy God: I leave hints all over the place. I'm all about hints. Like Adam appearing in your dream.
- Joan Girardi: Well, maybe you could give me a quick look into the big picture. Then maybe I could be good at this.
- Creepy Guy God: As you wish, Joan.
- [hearing a multitude of noises and sounds, Joan faints]
- Helen Girardi: [a few moments later] Joan? Honey? Can you hear me?
- Joan Girardi: [groggy] Who needs the big picture? Not me. Hints are good enough.
- Grace: [to Joan] Before his mother died, Rove was different. He was funny and... aware of his surroundings.
- Grace Polk: Hey, Geek.
- Luke: Ah, Grace. I was afraid your father wouldn't give you the message.
- Grace Polk: Yeah. Thanks for leaving a message with my father, *the Rabbi*, saying you want to spend the night with me building a *gun*.