Eleventh Hour

Ian: Even if he had survived the genetic mutation, even if he had been perfect in every sense, this would never have been the boy you knew. He would have been some other, different child. Alexander is not the product of his DNA. He is the sum of every day you spent with him, every meal his mother cooked for him, every story you read him, every ball you threw for him to catch, every day at the beach, every night at the cinema. I am only very sorry, Mr. Gifford, that you had to find out this way; the soul is more than its constituent chemical parts.

Rachel: Before you disturb me, I think you should know that I'm filling out these forms because I shot at a man today. Man: Why did you shoot him? Rachel: Because he disturbed me. Now piss off!

Rachel: You obviously don't have a gynecologist. Ian: I don't have anything that would interest one.

Ashley: I discharged a firearm at a moving vehicle; do you have any idea what I'm gonna have to go through now? Ian: Look, I will tell them that you took the appropriate action with respect to the circumstances, and that, you looked just like Lara Croft.