The Leftovers Season 2
John: What made you remember?
Kevin: I died. I had a problem. Michael took me to his grandfather's. He said he could help...
John: My son took you to meet his grandfather?
Kevin: Yeah, Virgil, and he helped me.
John: Michael wouldn't do that.
Kevin: Yeah, he did, I swear man, he...
John: Prove it!
Kevin: The old man told me what he did to you. I'm so sorry. Sorry. No one should ever...
John: Man, shut the fuck up! That's a lie! He didn't do nothin' to me. You don't know shit!
You know her? That's your dad's girlfriend, right? She sprayed me with the hose once. I liked her.
Meg
Mary: Nora? What are you doing here? Where's Matt?
Nora: Oh my God. Hi.
Mary: Hi.
Kevin: Print matched?
John: Indeed it did.
Kevin: We should talk.
You lose your mama and then the very next day people don't give a shit about you or her because they think the world is endin'. That ain't lucky.
Isaac
Meg: To get you pregnant.
Tom: What?
Meg: To get you pregnant. That's why I fucked you, Tom.
Meg: What do you want?
Tom: You said you could do it for real.
Meg: Do what?
Tom: Take my pain away.
We stone each other to death, but we're afraid of the authorities? Can you explain that to me?
Meg
Meg: Knock knock.
Evie: Who's there?
Meg: Broken pencil.
Evie: Broken pencil who?
Meg: Never mind, it's pointless.
Boyfriend: There's no number. Why you stopping?
Meg: There's a man in there who can help me.
Boyriend: Jesus, Meg, another psychic?
Meg: I've heard amazing things about him.
Kevin: It's not a fucking hotel. Someone just tried to kill me.
Virgil: Oh.
Kevin: Oh?!
Virgil: Well, it makes sense. It's a pitfall of your chosen occupation.
Kevin: Which is what?
Virgil: Look at the way you're dressed man. You're an international assassin.
Kevin: Are you fucking serious?
Virgil: That is why you checked into the hotel, isn't it?
Kevin: I didn't check into the hotel. I, I drank that shit that you gave me and then I woke up in a bathtub.
Virgil: OK, Kevin, you have to stop thinking in such straight lines, because she surely will not be. She thinks in spirals and helixes and zig zags and circles.
Kevin: Patti?
Virgil: Your target.
Do you want to drop me in or do you want to push me in? Pushing is probably easier.
Little Patti
