Roger: Holly, I don't want to do something to you. I just want to be something for you.
Holly: And what would you think of me if I let you "be something"?
Roger: That it wasn't for nothing, these last fifteen years. That we know something now that we didn't know before about kindness and forgiveness, maybe about love. Angels persist, Holly. Clouds persist. They become showers and they become lace and they become clouds again, and they persist, as we persist.