"Ulla: Christian? [snaps fingers twice] Christian... Hi. Hello! There you are! Listen: You can't speak. You can't move. [smiles] All right? [smiles] Good."

"Ulf: [shouting in Swedish to Mark] You're pissing on my people! [to Pelle] Your little fucking American friend! He's pissed on the Rotvälta!"

"Well. We, um - have something regretful to announce. This morning, the nineteenth book of Rubi Radr was found missing, from the temple. We don't want to - point fingers, and yet we kindly ask that whoever took it return it, to its original place. You can leave it in the temple, which will be left unguarded, unwatched. Nobody need to know, it was you."

"Please! What you just saw is a long, long, long observed custom. Those two who jumped have just reached the end of their Hårga life-cycle, and you need to understand it as a great joy for them. And when it is my turn, it will be a great joy for me. We view life as a circle. A re-cycle. The lady who jumped, her name was Ylva, yes? And that baby over there, who is not yet born, will inherit that name. Instead of getting old and dying in pain and fear and shame, we give our life – as a gesture. Before it can spoil. It does no good dying, lashing back at the inevitable. It corrupts the spirit."

"[in Swedish] This high my fire. No higher. No hotter!"

"And now, in keeping with tradition: Hjalmar and Josef will make three trips. If they make it back with the flame intact, our vintage will be abundant this year! On the other hand, if it burns out – that will be an omen of bad luck and we will know to prepare."

"My parents died in a fire."

"Nature just knows instinctually how to stay in harmony! It's mechanical. Everything doing its part."

"[to a support group] My mom died a week ago. So I'm just here for trying it. I have a lot of resistance to things like this, but I came to these a couple years ago. Well, I was forced to come and I guess it, um... I guess it helped. So, um... My mom was old and she wasn't all together there at the end. And we were pretty much estranged before that, so it really wasn't a huge blow. But I did love her. And she didn't have an easy life. She had DID, which became extreme at the end. And dementia. And my father died when I was a baby from starvation, um, because he had psychotic depression and he starved himself, which I'm sure was just as pleasant as it sounds. And then there's my brother. My older brother had schizophrenia and when he was 16 he hanged himself in my mother's bedroom and of course the suicide note blamed her accusing her of putting people inside him. So. [sighs] That was my mom's life. And then she lived in our house at the end before hospice. We weren't even talking before that. I mean, we were and then we weren't. And then we were. She's completely manipulative. Until my husband finally enforced a no-contact rule, which lasted until I got pregnant with my daughter. I didn't let her anywhere near me when I had my first, my son, which is why I gave her my daughter, who she immediately stabbed her hooks into. And I just... I felt guilty again. I felt guilty again. When she got sick, not that she was really even my mom at the end, and not that she would ever feel guilty about anything. And I just don't want to put any more stress on my family. I'm not even really sure if they could... Could give me that support. And I just... I just feel like... I just sometimes feel like it's all ruined. [sobbing] And then I realize that I am to blame. Or not that I'm to blame, but I am blamed!"

"[at her mother's funeral] It's heartening to see so many strange, new faces here today. I know my mom would be very touched, and probably a little suspicious to see this turnout. So. My mother was a very secretive and private woman. She had private rituals, private friends, private anxieties. It honestly feels like a betrayal just to be standing here talking about her. She was a very difficult woman to read. If you ever thought you knew what was going on with her, and God forbid you tried to confront that. But when her life was unpolluted, she could be the sweetest, warmest, most loving person in the world. She was also incredibly stubborn, which maybe, explains me."

"Mallory Bechtel – Bridget"

"Ann Dowd – Joan"

"Milly Shapiro – Charlie Graham"

"Alex Wolff – Peter Graham"

"Gabriel Byrne – Steve Graham"

"Toni Collette – Annie Graham"