Noah: Hammond? As in Hammond Cotton?
Allie: As in Hammond Cotton.
Noah: Well, your parents must love him.
Allie: He's a really good man, Noah. You'd really like him.
Noah: You love him?
Allie: Yeah, I do. I love him very much.
Noah: Well, that's that. You marry Lon and we can be friends...right?
Noah: Are you hungry? Do you want to stay for dinner?
Allie: I have to warn you, I'm a cheap drunk. A couple more of these and you're gonna be carrying me right out of here.
Noah: Well, you go slow then, I don't want to have to take advantage of you.
Allie: You wouldn't dare. I'm a married woman.
Noah: Not yet.
Allie: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Noah: Just memories. This room.
Allie: This--is this where we--This is the room?
Noah: I'm full.
Allie: Me too.
Noah: "Oh how your fingers drowse me. Your breath falls around me like dew. Your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears. I feel a merge from head to foot. Delicious enough."
Allie: It was real, wasn't it? You and me. Such a long time ago, we were just a couple of kids. But we really loved each other, didn't we? I should go. Goodbye.
Noah: Do you think you could back tomorrow morning? There's some place I'd like to show you. Please.