Ben: I like to think that the people we love are in a place that's nice, safe, warm, where their looking down on us. Taking care of us in some way that we don't know. That we can't know,
Adrian: But she's just a baby, an innocent little baby! Who's taking care of her? I hate to think that she's alone...or crying or something.
Ben: I'd like to think my mom's taking care of her...and you're my wife and I have to take care of you. Come on inside.