Noah, I don't love you anymore. I don't want your love. It terrifies me, and it's caused me...
Noah: Come on, don't you feel anything for me anymore?
Helen: If I feel anything for you, I feel sorry for you. Because you've managed to turn 50 and not know how to be an adult.
Noah: Oh, and Sasha Mann does?
Helen: Yeah, I think so.
Noah: Come on, Helen, he's playing me ... he's pretending to be me. It's so obvious. You're in love with me.
Helen: He's you, but he's better. And please, just admit to yourself, the only reason you want me right now is because he does.
Noah: No, as usual, you're not listening to what I'm saying. I came here to tell you I love you. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I know I've made some mistakes, but the only important thing is that I love you. I've always loved you.
Helen: I actually don't know what that word means to you.
Noah: It means that I deserve a second chance.
Helen: You had a second chance. Many times, and you fucked them all up, and I would be a fucking idiot to go back there.
Helen: Noah, I don't love you anymore. I don't want your love. It terrifies me, and it's caused me nothing but pain. So, I'm done.