Now we can focus on being haunted by our impending lack of a future.
— Because my secret will reunite you with your long-lost son.
— My son is not lost. He's dead. You watched him die.
Dr. Whale just left. He cleared me and the baby. Apparently, the human body has a surprising tolerance for ghost possession. And he told me I have a tough placenta, which somehow came out creepy.
You just don't take risks. You don't live your life. It's just such a waste.
— Emma, will you please tell your mother that we're not gonna name your brother "Leopold"?
— Uh, why not? It was my father's name.
— People will make fun of him.
— My father was a king.
— Which is why nobody made fun of him.
— Okay, what about "Eva," after my mother?
— I don't know how well that'll work with a boy.
— It might not be a boy.