Hiroshi Takahashi: We have so little time to say the things we mean.
Enoch Brae: I was looking for my girlfriend. I think she came this way.

Annabel Cotton: Nobody has passed through these woods for years. What did she look like?

Enoch Brae: She is about your height, brown eyes.

Annabel Cotton: Was she pretty?

Enoch Brae: Beautiful. Who are you?

Annabel Cotton: I am the spirit of this forest.

Enoch Brae: Can you help me?

Annabel Cotton: This girl, you must care about her a lot to come into the woods looking for her.

Enoch Brae: Very much.
Hiroshi Takahashi: I saw a Mitsubishi car today.

Enoch Brae: So what?

Hiroshi Takahashi: I used to fly a Mitsubishi.

Enoch Brae: You mean you used to crash a Mitsubishi.

Hiroshi Takahashi: Only once. A-5.

Enoch Brae: How do you get my battleship so quickly?

Hiroshi Takahashi: Instinct.
Hiroshi Takahashi: [to Enoch] Maybe you should stop going to strangers' funerals.
Annabel Cotton: He is kind of different.

Elizabeth Cotton: Different could be good.
Annabel Cotton: I'm so sorry for your loss.

Enoch Brae: You'll get there.

Annabel Cotton: Do another one.

Enoch Brae: So sorry for your loss. He'll be missed.

Annabel Cotton: Our prayers are with you in this difficult time.

Enoch Brae: Too formal.
Annabel Cotton: He's a ghost?

Enoch Brae: Yeah.

Annabel Cotton: A Japanese ghost?

Enoch Brae: Yeah.

Annabel Cotton: Do you speak Japanese?

Enoch Brae: No, he speaks English.
Enoch Brae: He says he likes your jacket.

Hiroshi Takahashi: No, I didn't!

Annabel Cotton: Thank you, Hiroshi.

Enoch Brae: He says he thinks you look really nice.

Hiroshi Takahashi: I still don't know why she's dressed like a boy.

Annabel Cotton: He's very complimentary.

Enoch Brae: He's a friendly ghost.
Annabel Cotton: I was lying, Enoch. About working at the hospital. I don't work there. I'm a patient.
Enoch Brae: How long?

Annabel Cotton: Three months. So I understand if you don't wanna...

Enoch Brae: A person can get a lot done in three months.

Annabel Cotton: You think?

Enoch Brae: Yeah. You could learn French, go to Africa, pick up the xylophone. Tons of stuff.

Annabel Cotton: I always wanted to be a world-renowned xylophone player.
Elizabeth Cotton: Your boyfriend's here!

Annabel Cotton: He's not my boyfriend. I'll be right up.
Hiroshi Takahashi: As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. That very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero. That the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you, and only you, since I was a boy. But I'm not. I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will instead see your eyes, like black rocks frozen in rainwater. They tell us that we must scream, "Banzai," as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name. And in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours.
Annabel Cotton: Tell me about the birds, Enoch.

Enoch Brae: What?

Annabel Cotton: The songbirds. Why do they sing in the morning?

Enoch Brae: They sing because they're happy to be alive another day.

Annabel Cotton: I've sung every morning since I met you.
Annabel Cotton: It's fine. And if it's not fine, it'll be fine.
Annabel Cotton: Hey, I have a transfusion tomorrow. Do you want to come see me after?

Enoch Brae: I love it when girls ask me that.
Enoch Brae: When I think of things going a certain way, and then they don't, it's difficult.

Annabel Cotton: How's this gonna go?

Enoch Brae: This?

Annabel Cotton: You and me.

Enoch Brae: I don't know.

Annabel Cotton: That's the part where you say it's gonna go really well.
Elizabeth Cotton: You must be Enoch?

Enoch Brae: Must be.
Elizabeth Cotton: So how are you two getting around?

Enoch Brae: We're gonna take the bus. Nothing like public transportation to set the mood, right?

Elizabeth Cotton: The mood?

Enoch Brae: No mood, no mood. Just forget I said it.
Elizabeth Cotton: Annabel tells me you talk to a ghost.

Enoch Brae: She told you that?

Elizabeth Cotton: She did.

Enoch Brae: It's kind of a joke.

Elizabeth Cotton: Kind of?

Enoch Brae: I'm a good kid.
Elizabeth Cotton: Okay, so I have this all straight. You're a funeral-crashing dropout, with no car and a dead friend.

Enoch Brae: Sounds pretty not-so-good when you say it all together like that.
Hiroshi Takahashi: White people. You have to grab everything.
Hiroshi Takahashi: You have no respect for the dead. You have no respect for anything.
Enoch Brae: [the forester discovers Enoch and Annabel in his cabin, where they spent the night together] Oh, my God. We're saved!

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Elza 2022-03-27 09:01:15

Lonely children are the worst.
Michael 2022-04-21 09:03:02

Miss ALICE firmly follows this literary and artistic route. Now it seems that this choice is not bad. The boy is okay, and it's not bad. It is worth mentioning that the costumes inside are very formal and elegant, although the plot is not painful. Heart, it's a little touching in the end!