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Albert T. Fitzgerald: I recall when our lives were unusual and electric. When we burned with something close to fire. But now we sway to a different rhythm. Lives lived without meaning or even directed hope. The passage of time measured only by loss. Loss of a job, loss of a minivan...a son.
Mrs. Calderon: You have to believe that life is more than the sum of its parts, kiddo.
Lady on Airplane: Aren't you an actor?
Albert Fitzgerald: Aren't we all, dear.
Albert Fitzgerald: Aren't we all, dear.
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