In every life there comes a time when that dream you dream becomes that thing you do.

Faye: I have wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you. Kisses that I thought were special because of your lips and your smile, and all your color and life. I used to think that was the real you when you smiled. But now I know that you don't mean any of it, and you just save it for all your songs. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight.