That's what your alimony's paying for? Tickets to nowhere? That's really **** weird, Rachel.
The Girl on the Train quotes
Tom got fired because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I felt so bad for you. He's such a bad guy.
A teacher once told me I was a mistress of self-reinvention. I wasn't really sure what it meant at the time. But since moving here, I've come to understand it. Ardsley-on-Hudson is boring and routine. It's a **** baby factory. I wanna start my life over again. So far, I've been a rebellious teenager, lover, waitress, gallery director, nanny, and a whore. Ands not necessarily in that order. I can't just be a wife anymore. That's why I stay awake at night, staring at the ceiling. In fact, the only time I feel like myself is when I'm running.
You always felt that way?
Maybe since I was about 17. With Mac.
Hmm. Mac? Who's Mac?
My brother's best friend. My brother who died.
I'm pregnant.
Congratulations
I thought you should know.
You thought I should know?
There's a chance it could be yours.
Then get an abortion. [pause] Or, if it's Scott's, do whatever you want. But, if it's not, then get rid of it.
You can be as involved as you want.
You're a shitty nanny. What makes you think you're gonna be a good mother?
Why did you bring me there in the first place?
Because I thought it would be fun to have you both around.
I played your game so you could **** me in between Evie's playdates.
I don't need another kid. Certainly not with you.
I took care of your kid to be near you! You **** Anna 'cause you couldn't **** Rachel anymore, and you **** me 'cause you couldn't **** Anna. Take us all away and you're just a pathetic, impotent man. You're not gonna get rid of me. You're gonna pay for this child for the rest of your life.
I'm pretty sure Scott thinks the nanny job is gonna make me less restless. Make me wanna get pregnant.
And that's not the case?
When I finish work every night, I run home and I get in the shower, and I wash the smell of that baby off of me as fast as I can.
He posted another picture of the baby. It was a cute picture.
Yeah?
Yup.
Facebook and drunk ex-wives do not make good friends.
My husband used to tell me I have an overactive imagination. I can't help it. I mean, haven't you ever been on a train and wondered about the lives of the people who live near the tracks? The lives you've never lived. These are things I want to know. Twice a day, I sit in the third car from the front where I have the perfect view into my favorite house: Number 15, Beckette Road. [sees a woman on her back porch in the morning] I don't know when exactly, I suppose I started noticing her about a year ago, and gradually as the months went past, she became important to me. I'm not the girl I used to be. I think people can see it on my face. [sees the same woman at night with her husband] She's what I lost. She's everything I want to be. [now sitting in the train station, drawing] I imagine she's a painter. She's creative. He's a doctor or an architect. He has a good laugh. She can't cook. I wonder what they say to each other before they go to sleep. Today her name is Jess. Tomorrow it could be Lisa or Amber - it all depends on the day. It depends on my mood. The truth is, I don't know her name.
Today, I sit in a different car and I can look ahead. Anything is possible, because I am not the girl I used to be.
Do you have any idea what it's like to be married to a **** blur?
Jesus Christ, Rachel, what the hell is wrong with you? I spent the last hour looking around for you. You scared the shit out of Anna, do you know that? She thought you were gonna... she wanted to call the police. So just... leave us alone. You can ruin your own life if you want to but you're not going to destroy ours. I'm not going to protect you any more.
Lying is like taking a trip. It's like having a secret. It's like touching yourself and no one else knows. Except you.
Um... I'm here because I... because I... because I woke up, um, covered in blood. And I had bruises all over my arm, um... It's usually from when I've fallen and someone's helped me up. My husband... he used to tell me what I'd done the night before. And I learned when you wake up like that, you just say you're sorry. You just say you're sorry for what you did, and you're sorry for who you are, and you're never gonna do it again. But you do. You do it again...
You're like a dog. Like one of those unwanted mistreated dogs. And you can kick them, they keep coming back to you, thinking that somehow if they're good, you'll love them.