Lizzie: Frankie wasn't born deaf. It was a present from his daddy.
Lizzie: It must be some life, seeing all those different places.
The Stranger: You should know... you've been writing from them for years.
Nell: I knew something like this was going to happen. I told you, didn't I? What are we going to do?
Lizzie: Move.
Nell: Lizzie, darling, listen, I - you cannot keep running, you got to face this sometime. Tell Frankie the truth. He should know what his daddy was. Then maybe he'd stop wishing for him.
Lizzie: We had an arrangement. You broke it.
The Stranger: One more day that's all.
Lizzie: No, no, no. I want you to go now. It's over, do you hear me, it's over.
The Stranger: My ship sails on Monday. There is only one more day.
Lizzie: Who the hell do you think you are? Who gave you the right to come in here and behave like this?
The Stranger: You did.
The Stranger: Frankie's a very... very lucky boy.
Lizzie: How'd you figure that one out? I'm his mother and I lie to him every single day.
The Stranger: No. No, you protect him every single day.
