Jake: You like her?
Bill: She's a handsome boat.
Bill: Reminds one of the longboats they would run out of the sweet harbor at Bantry Bay.
Jake: Actually, I designed this one based on a Portuguese boat. But historically, you know, you're correct, yeah.
Bill: What are you talking about? You built this boat yourself?
Jake: Yes, sir. You build boats?
Bill: No, no. Truth be told, I don't know the first thing about them. But I do appreciate a work of art.
Jake: Well, thank you, sir. I'm about to sell this work of art to a guy who's gonna cut it in half and stick it on his wall.
Bill: Oh, no.
Jake: Yeah. I'm about to take her out for a last paddle before I meet the butcher at noon.
Bill: Why would you do a thing like that?
Jake: It's a long story. Something about the violation of expectations and a crushing loss of faith in love and life and art.
Bill: So it's a girl.
Bill: I've had a little girl trouble myself lately. But better to have loved and lost. Am I right?
Jake: She was a unique constellation of attributes. She was my Halley's comet. But... Universe is designed to break your heart, yes?
Bill: A philosopher as well as an artist. Yes, it's we who suffer most.
Jake: Yes. With the possible exception being the victims of violent crime.
Bill: Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you, sir.
Jake: No, no, pleasure's all mine. Jake.
Bill: Bill. You know, I have a daughter who would...
Jake: No, no.
Bill: Never mind. No, no. Sorry.
Sarah: Well, this is a surprise.
Bill: Can't a father pay a visit to his daughter on a beautiful Sunday morning?
Sarah: Carol called you, didn't she? She's afraid I'm getting into my pajamas again.
Bill: Actually, Carol called Christine, Christine called Michael, Michael called me.
Sarah: Any word from Aunt Eileen?
Bill: She said to tell you that Casey Donovan was adopted. If that helps.
Sarah: Well, at this point, he's starting to look awfully good.
Bill: He's out there, Sarah. Someone who would appreciate all you have to offer. After all, you're this unique constellation of attributes. You're Halley's comet. You’re...
Sarah: What did you just say?
Bill: It's a niceturn of phrase, but it's not my own. I heard it from a young man I met this morning. Builds beautiful Irish boats. Poor lad. Had his heart broken by a woman he deeply cared about. Deeply.
Sarah: Jake. Jake!
Charlie: Hello there.
Sarah: Hi. Hi, I'm looking for Jake. Jake Anderson. Is he here?
Charlie: No, he isn't. But lucky for both of us, I am.
Sarah: I really don't have time for this. Do you know where he is?
Charlie: You're "must love dogs," aren't you? You've already crushed the poor guy, he's been moping around for weeks. He's even given up the whole wooden-boat thing. You've done enough.
Sarah: No, no, no. That's all wrong. That’s why I have to talk to him. Please tell me. Where is he?
Charlie: I can't tell you that.
Sarah: I said, where is he?
Charlie: I'm not telling you. (dog barks) You know the bridge by the boat ramp?
Sarah: Jake? Jake. Jake! Excuse me, I'd like to rent a boat, please.
Man: I'm sorry, we're all out of boats.
Girl 1: All right, come on.
Girl 2: Oh, a love chase.
Sarah: Come on, girl, you can do this. This is really important to me. Come on. I think he could be the one.
Girls: Come on, girls, let's get going. Push! Push! Push! Push!
Sarah: Push, push!
Girls: Push! Push! Push! Push!
Sarah: Push! That's him. I see him! Jake! Jake! Stop the boat! Never mind. Okay, girl, here we go. Jake!
Girl: Here she goes!
Jake: What are you doing? All right. Here we go. All the way up. Almost.
Sarah: Come on, girl.
Jake: Come on.
Sarah: Good girl, you can do it.
Jake: Here we go. Watch your paws there.
Sarah: Easy, easy. Cold. Cold. Very cold.
Jake: Here we go.
Sarah: Thank you.
Jake: Was there something you wanted to say to me?
Jake: Could have just called.
Sarah: Perhaps that would have been the wiser course, yes.
Jake: What's up?
Sarah: I owe you my story. You asked me for honesty and...it scared the hell out of me, and I held back...and I just didn't want to let you see the real me. Because I was afraid of getting hurt again. But, listen, I hear that the universe lets your heart expand...and grow back even bigger after you go through all that pain. Well, I believe that now. And I was just wishing there was a way that...I could have another chance to make this work.
Salesman: I'll be right with you. Hi, how can I...? Don't worry, I got it. Single chicken breast, no dating advice, coming right up.
Sarah: Actually, I would like to have three whole fryers, please. And six pork chops and a lamb shank.
Jake: And do you have any dog bones back there? If you do, throw them in the cart. What are the specials today?
Salesman: Yes. Thank you.