After her much older husband forces a move to a suburban retirement community, Pippa Lee engages in a period of reflection and finds herself heading toward a quiet nervous breakdown.

Pippa Lee: [after leaving hospital where her adulterous husband who wanted a divorce has been declared brain-dead, she is sitting in bed with Chris, eating french fries after having climbed through his window] So... it's official, nobody needs me anymore.
Pippa Lee: What made you lose your faith?
Chris Nadeau: I just stopped believing God was a mystery you could nail down with one book.
Chris Nadeau: What are you thinking?
Pippa Lee: I was just thinking that you seem like...
Chris Nadeau: What?
Pippa Lee: ...Just that you seem, you seem so bright.
Pippa Lee: It's a pity you never settled on any real work. It would make your life so much easier.
Chris Nadeau: Okay. Well, thank you...
Pippa Lee: I didn't mean to offend you.
Chris Nadeau: I suggest that you go back to that little life you've puffed up for yourself. I'm sure you're very happy underneath all that anxiety.
Pippa Lee: You're right. You know, you... you are an asshole.
Chris Nadeau: Told you.
Sam Shapiro: Writers are vampires. I'm waiting for the right girl to come along and make me a human being.
Sam Shapiro: [beginning of film: toasting Herb at dinner party] I have known Pippa Lee for 25 years and I think that I will really ever know her. She is a mystery... an enigma... giving, caring, beautiful, intelligent... the very icon of an artist's wife.