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?

Allie: 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.

Allie: Okay.

Noah: Okay.