Dr. Tom: Ultimately, Erica, you just have to decide. You have to
choose how are you going to be. I mean, you could spend the rest of your life caught up,
in that fear. Okay. Or, you could face it. Take the leap. See what comes. Your ice
cream’s melting.
Dr. Tom: Do you think that it’s appropriate to address one of
your life regrets through plagiarism?
Erica: Leave my brother alone. Don't mess with the babysitter.
Dr. Tom: It’s 1974
Erica: I should have gone to her the next day and talked it
through.
Erica: Our friendship, it’s still there. And I know that
I’ll find my way back to it, but I need some time.
Erica: If I could go back, I would not kiss Ethan.
I’m giving you one special power: shape-shifting. . .
. You know, like Odo on Deep Space Nine.
Dr. Tom: What have you done?
I don't want to talk to you about time travel or therapy or anything.
Jude: [holding baby] You know I can’t
stand these things, right?
Erica: My dream is to write fiction, and that will happen
someday. I am not letting that go.
Erica: [with Kai at her side][/actor]
There is no shame in not knowing; the shame lies in not finding out.
You were expecting robots, flying cars, everybody in silver jump suits?
Dr. Tom: I think it might be time to rip away the safety net.
Erica, today you’re gonna solve your problems like the other six billion souls on this
planet: all on your own.
It’s amazing, you know? You stand beneath a car: There’s always so much more going on
underneath than you’re aware of.
Dr. Tom: Why am I having the same fight with Erica that I used
to have with my daughter?
Erica: If I woulda stayed, I woulda been rich in my twenties.
I . . . I mean I could have paid off all my
student loans, and I never would have needed to work at that stupid call center. I would
have had the time and the means to dedicate to my writing, and my life—it would have
been completely different.
It’s not complicated. You can’t stay in this hallway forever—you have to choose.
Erica: I feel ready to start phase two.
What do you do when a piece of your life is suddenly missing? We know we’re supposed to
move on, but how?
Dr. Tom: And this time?
Kai: In a few weeks, I come back to 2010 on another regret, and
while I’m here, we sleep together.
Adam: I would walk away from Sean instead of hitting him, and
that would change everything, Dr. Tom—and I know that’s not how this works.
Friendship . . . two people choose each other
through some mysterious mix of alchemy and circumstance. On the surface, the reason for
our choice seems obvious: They share our interests, they make us laugh—but isn’t
there more to it than that? And do we ever really stop and wonder why this person and not
another?
Erica: Can I change this? I mean, can I avoid sleeping with him
’cause Kai said it was gonna happen—which means it’s already happened for him,
which means . . .
Because using information that you have gleaned from a trip to the past to try to fix
your life in the present contravenes the rules.
Like twin phoenixes, we rise from the ashes—right?
Look at me. You went back there and you faced what happened, and now you have to face how
it made you feel. And that’s how you break the pattern.
Sent you back? No, Miss Strange, you don’t understand. You’ve been in a coma for two
weeks.
I'm so sorry—I . . . I . .
. I didn’t mean to dredge up the Ghosts of Christmas Past.
Erica: So what do I do? Do I just go out there, hand him the
card, and ask him how he’s handling the divorce?
Erica: It’s not that I’m not happy doing what I’m
doing—I mean, I love my work. It’s just sometimes I wonder if I shoulda tried harder
to be a writer.
Erica: My mother is my patient?!