Return to Me Quotes
A man who falls in love with the woman who received his wife's heart must decide which woman it is who holds his heart.
Bob Rueland: Would you go out with me?
Grace Briggs: Yes?
Bob Rueland: Is that a question?
Grace Briggs: No, it's a yes. Yes.
Bob Rueland: Tomorrow night?
Grace Briggs: Yes.
Bob Rueland: Eight o'clock?
Grace Briggs: Yes.
Bob Rueland: Pick you up here?
Grace Briggs: Yes.
Bob Rueland: My, you're a very difficult woman.
Grace Briggs: Yes?
Bob Rueland: Is that a question?
Grace Briggs: No, it's a yes. Yes.
Bob Rueland: Tomorrow night?
Grace Briggs: Yes.
Bob Rueland: Eight o'clock?
Grace Briggs: Yes.
Bob Rueland: Pick you up here?
Grace Briggs: Yes.
Bob Rueland: My, you're a very difficult woman.
Marty O'Reilly: [spoken to Bob to make him understand how much Bob meant to Grace] I know that what's happened has been overwhelming. And I know it's going to take a while to sort it all out. But while you're sorting, I want you to remember that all the times I prayed that Gracie would have a second chance at life, I always knew that if God blessed us, the heart she got would have to be from a very special person, if it were going to be at home in Grace. When she met you, her heart beat truly for the first time. Perhaps it was meant to be with you always.
Joe Dayton: [sees Grace crying] Aw, Christ. Who died?
Megan Dayton: No one.
Grace Briggs: [sobbing] Bob's wife!
Joe Dayton: He's married?
Megan Dayton: Oh, God...
Joe Dayton: Rat bastard!
Tyler Dayton: Yeah, rat bastard!
Joe Dayton: Tyler, shh! You want me to go over there and handle this? You want me to handle that son of a bitch?
Megan Dayton: Joe, no, please don't. Joe...
Joe Dayton: I knew it! I knew it, that hairline...
Megan Dayton: Joe, stay out of it, you don't know...
Joe Dayton: ...the "creative type", it's a given!
Megan Dayton: You don't know what you're talking about. Take the kids, stop it. Go with Daddy.
Joe Dayton: I'll go take care of it. I swear to God, I will kick his ass for you. I'll kick the shit out of him!
Megan Dayton: Honey, stop it, please! Stop it...
Joe Dayton: Quit pushing me!
Megan Dayton: I'm gonna push you! You don't...
Joe Dayton: Grace, what's going on here?
Megan Dayton: Joe, nothing's going on!
Joe Dayton: You want me to handle it? I'll kick the shit out of him for you, Grace! That son of a bitch!
Megan Dayton: Joe, please!
Joe Dayton: What? What?
Megan Dayton: Grace has Bob's dead wife's heart!
[pause]
Joe Dayton: [stunned] He's not married? Huh. Okay.
Megan Dayton: No one.
Grace Briggs: [sobbing] Bob's wife!
Joe Dayton: He's married?
Megan Dayton: Oh, God...
Joe Dayton: Rat bastard!
Tyler Dayton: Yeah, rat bastard!
Joe Dayton: Tyler, shh! You want me to go over there and handle this? You want me to handle that son of a bitch?
Megan Dayton: Joe, no, please don't. Joe...
Joe Dayton: I knew it! I knew it, that hairline...
Megan Dayton: Joe, stay out of it, you don't know...
Joe Dayton: ...the "creative type", it's a given!
Megan Dayton: You don't know what you're talking about. Take the kids, stop it. Go with Daddy.
Joe Dayton: I'll go take care of it. I swear to God, I will kick his ass for you. I'll kick the shit out of him!
Megan Dayton: Honey, stop it, please! Stop it...
Joe Dayton: Quit pushing me!
Megan Dayton: I'm gonna push you! You don't...
Joe Dayton: Grace, what's going on here?
Megan Dayton: Joe, nothing's going on!
Joe Dayton: You want me to handle it? I'll kick the shit out of him for you, Grace! That son of a bitch!
Megan Dayton: Joe, please!
Joe Dayton: What? What?
Megan Dayton: Grace has Bob's dead wife's heart!
[pause]
Joe Dayton: [stunned] He's not married? Huh. Okay.
Marsha: [as Grace is bringing water to their table] Oh no-no-no-no-no! Do you have *bottled* water?
Grace Briggs: Sure. Anybody else?
Marsha: I don't want Swiss water. I got sick on an imported Swiss water.
[to her friend]
Marsha: Do you remember that night? As long as it's not Swiss or tap water it will be fine, preferably French, no bubbles. I want it cold, no ice, no glass, just the bottle and a straw. Do you want to write it down? I don't want Swiss water, I got sick on an imported Swiss water once...
Grace Briggs: I'm pretty sure I got it.
Marsha: [later, as Grace is telling her the specials] That sounds so *fattening*. Is every dish here cooked in *oil*?
Grace Briggs: No... some we boil in Swiss water.
Grace Briggs: Sure. Anybody else?
Marsha: I don't want Swiss water. I got sick on an imported Swiss water.
[to her friend]
Marsha: Do you remember that night? As long as it's not Swiss or tap water it will be fine, preferably French, no bubbles. I want it cold, no ice, no glass, just the bottle and a straw. Do you want to write it down? I don't want Swiss water, I got sick on an imported Swiss water once...
Grace Briggs: I'm pretty sure I got it.
Marsha: [later, as Grace is telling her the specials] That sounds so *fattening*. Is every dish here cooked in *oil*?
Grace Briggs: No... some we boil in Swiss water.
[Self-conscious about her heart transplant scars, Grace checks her appearance in a mirror]
Angelo: Grace, come on, it's been over a year, you can hardly see it anymore.
Grace Briggs: Nice try, Angelo. I just don't like all the questions, you know?
Marty: You tell everybody you're just the luckiest girl in the world.
Grace Briggs: I know, Grandpa, I know.
Marty: You're beautiful, and no one's going to notice your chest.
Grace Briggs: Thanks a lot.
Angelo: Grace, come on, it's been over a year, you can hardly see it anymore.
Grace Briggs: Nice try, Angelo. I just don't like all the questions, you know?
Marty: You tell everybody you're just the luckiest girl in the world.
Grace Briggs: I know, Grandpa, I know.
Marty: You're beautiful, and no one's going to notice your chest.
Grace Briggs: Thanks a lot.
Megan Dayton: You're going to get a heart, I *know*. And you'll be able to do all the things you never could before. That's what you've gotta concentrate on. Think of riding a bike, and going to Italy... and dating *really* handsome men. *That*, I know, has to happen for one of us.
Grace Briggs: I'm getting a new heart, not a new ass.
Grace Briggs: I'm getting a new heart, not a new ass.
Charlie Johnson: Come on, let's go get a beer.
Bob Rueland: No thanks.
Charlie Johnson: Well, if not tonight, Friday night, because I have someone for you.
Bob Rueland: No, Charlie, no.
Charlie Johnson: Come on, she's smart, she has a great body, intelligent, great body... You gotta start going out! She's really great, her cat was a patient of mine!
Bob Rueland: I'm a dog person.
Bob Rueland: No thanks.
Charlie Johnson: Well, if not tonight, Friday night, because I have someone for you.
Bob Rueland: No, Charlie, no.
Charlie Johnson: Come on, she's smart, she has a great body, intelligent, great body... You gotta start going out! She's really great, her cat was a patient of mine!
Bob Rueland: I'm a dog person.
Bob Rueland: [lying to avoid going out] Sorry, Charlie. I think it's something I ate, you know? I think I'm just going to stay home, take it easy. What am I doing right now? I'm watching the Cubs game. What's the score?
[fumbles frantically for the remote, which doesn't work; gives up]
Bob Rueland: Uh, the Cubs are losing.
[fumbles frantically for the remote, which doesn't work; gives up]
Bob Rueland: Uh, the Cubs are losing.
Megan Dayton: Whatever you do, don't shave your legs.
Grace Briggs: Why?
Megan Dayton: Well, then you definitely won't let it go too far.
Grace Briggs: Megan! It's a *first* date!
Megan Dayton: Yeah, well, I married a first date, missy, and you know how it is. You're out with a guy, you find him attractive, and suddenly everything he says sounds brilliant. Hairy legs are your only link to reality.
Grace Briggs: I think you should needle-point that on a pillow.
Megan Dayton: Well, I just might! It kept me a virgin until... y'know, *whenever*.
Grace Briggs: Why?
Megan Dayton: Well, then you definitely won't let it go too far.
Grace Briggs: Megan! It's a *first* date!
Megan Dayton: Yeah, well, I married a first date, missy, and you know how it is. You're out with a guy, you find him attractive, and suddenly everything he says sounds brilliant. Hairy legs are your only link to reality.
Grace Briggs: I think you should needle-point that on a pillow.
Megan Dayton: Well, I just might! It kept me a virgin until... y'know, *whenever*.
Grace Briggs: [after accidentally slapping Bob for brushing her chest] Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm re... oh... Did you see anything?
Bob Rueland: [rubbing his cheek] I wasn't looking.
Grace Briggs: No, no, I know, but it's because I had a heart... I had a heart... I had a heartwarming dream about you.
Bob Rueland: Ugh! Must have a been a nightmare.
Grace Briggs: No. I mean, you were very...
Bob Rueland: Scary?
Grace Briggs: Sexy.
Bob Rueland: [grins] You had a sex dream about me?
Grace Briggs: No! I didn't have... I didn't have a sex dream about you. I just met you, I don't even know you. I'm really... sorry...
[kisses Bob]
Bob Rueland: [rubbing his cheek] I wasn't looking.
Grace Briggs: No, no, I know, but it's because I had a heart... I had a heart... I had a heartwarming dream about you.
Bob Rueland: Ugh! Must have a been a nightmare.
Grace Briggs: No. I mean, you were very...
Bob Rueland: Scary?
Grace Briggs: Sexy.
Bob Rueland: [grins] You had a sex dream about me?
Grace Briggs: No! I didn't have... I didn't have a sex dream about you. I just met you, I don't even know you. I'm really... sorry...
[kisses Bob]
