An acclaimed writer, his ex-wife, and their teenaged children come to terms with the complexities of love in all its forms over the course of one tumultuous year.

Rusty Borgens: I remember that it hurt. Looking at her hurt.
Bill Borgens: I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
Kate: My biggest mistake was thinking you could fix me. Only I can fix me.
Samantha Borgens: If love is setting a place at the table for someone who is never coming home, I think I'll pass.
Samantha Borgens: There are two kinds of people in this world: hopeless romantics and realists.
Rusty Borgens: Right.
Samantha Borgens: A realist just sees that face and packs it in with every other pretty girl they've ever seen before. The hopeless romantic becomes convinced that God put them on Earth to be with that one person. But there is no God and life is only as meaningful as you fool yourself into thinking it is. Guys who get laid a lot are realists. You should be listening.
Samantha Borgens: I don't wanna get hurt.
Lou: I'm not gonna hurt you.
Samantha Borgens: You make me feel less cynical.
Samantha Borgens: Just avoid love at all costs. That's my motto.
Bill Borgens: Rusty, a writer is the sum of his experiences. Go get some.