How am I gonna take care of her? I never knew being a mother would feel like this. It's so...every moment. I'm just a kid. I'm not a good mother.
MonicaOh, Cassie, you are a good mother because you know what it is to love your baby more than yourself.
But how do I know the Feldmans are the right parents for her?
Monica
No one knows the future, Cassie. I can tell you this. Your daughter's going to have a wonderful life. She's going to have freckles just like you. And she'll have skinned knees and maybe a broken arm but she'll win the fourth grade spelling bee and become president of her sophomore class. And she'll fall in love... a few times. And Cassie, she'll play the violin in the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.
How-How do you know all that?
Monica
Because I'm an angel.
You mean like a psychic or something?
Monica
[Chuckles] No, this is not a prediction, Cassie. It's a message. Do you remember when you were a child and you used to pray at night: "Please, God, let me make beautiful music"? Well, that prayer will be answered for generations to come because the beautiful music, it started with you.
Monica
Tess, isn't it amazing the different ways people think of to protect their feet.
That's nothing. Look what they start thinking of when they start trying to protect their hearts.
Monica
Charles? Poor dear. I can't even see his heart from here.
Then you just gotta get closer.
Monica (beating Smokey at pool): Okey-dokey, Smokey. Four ball, side pocket. And the six ball left corner, not forgetting my favorite, number seven, in that corner.
(She makes the shot)
Monica
One and three, into the corner, into the two, into the five, side pocket, kissing the eight.
SSmokey
What are you, delusional? The cue ball's blocked by the eight!
(She makes the shot)
SSmokey
Where did you ever learn to play like that?
Monica
Well, I once worked in a pool hall as a sort of security guard.
[At a disco, watching people dance]
[Cringing] I can't help but wonder which one of those kids I'm gonna see later in traction.
Monica
They're expressing themselves, Tess.
Whatever happened to the gavotte? And the minuet, you remember the minuet? 1-2-3, 1-2-3, bow and curtsey. Kept the hormones in a state of perpetual anticipation. That's my kind of thing. (Looks at Charles' dancing) 'Course, in his case, maybe he oughta do a little less anticipating and a little more expressing.
Monica
She's late.
There's no such thing as late. Destiny picks its own time.
Monica
What do I do when it happens, Tess?
Destiny doesn't happen. It arrives. And when it does, you either batten down the hatches and wait 'til it blows over or you swing open the gates and invite it in to supper.
Monica
I wish it had a way of showing itself so she'd know what she's dealing with.
[Slightly exasperated] Then it wouldn't be destiny.
Monica
And I wouldn't have a job?
You go, girl! Now you're getting it. [A wind blows] Hark.
Monica
Hark?
[Shrugs] I miss the old days.
Monica
Why do you suppose people take pictures?
Well, deep down, I think it's our way on declaring war on death. You take a picture of something and if it goes away, you still have a piece of it.
Monica
It seems to me that it's better to have all of it for a while than a piece of it forever.
All this time I told myself we had something special. But tonight when he looked at me and walked up the stairs with her, I realized: "My God! I'm just the other woman." I'm his secret. He's been keeping me in a room I didn't even know I was in.
Monica
But you walked into that room all by yourself.
I did the one thing I swore I'd never do. It's just that... after a while, you spend enough nights alone, you go to too many other people's weddings and baby showers, you spend too many holidays at other people's houses and you want just a little piece of happiness for yourself. Just for a while, you know. Just so that I could say someday that somebody wanted me. That somebody thought I was special.
Monica
Megan, wanting to love someone and wanting to be loved in return, these things are good and right. But wanting them from someone else's husband is wrong.
He's not supposed to be married! He's supposed to be with me! God's made a mistake.
Monica
No, when things get this ugly and painful, God has nothing to do with them.
Well, then I wish He'd tell me what to do now.
Monica
I think He's just about to. [It starts to snow] Megan, when you cry, God cries with you. But He can't wipe away your tears unless you let Him.
The road I took yesterday. It wasn't an accident. [Monica shakes her head] And this place...?
Monica
This house was created for you, for this night, this moment. Megan, I'm an angel and this is your unexpected snow.
Well, I can't! I can't give him up and I won't! You go tell that to God. Why can't He just let me have this?
Monica
Because there's better love for you.
Monica
I don't know where. And I don't know when. The only thing I do know is that the kind of love worth waiting for, you won't have to lie for or steal or keep it hidden in a box to visit on weekends.
Well, it may not be a great love but it's my love.
Monica
No, it isn't. It belongs to Susanna.
Monica
You know, I've been here two weeks and all I've had to do is to order the perfect chairs, the perfect flowers, the perfect napkins...
Patience is a virtue. Virtue is a grace. Put them all together and they make a happy face.
Monica
Tess, what am I doing here? The Founders Banquet is in two days. Once it's over, then what?
I think that's what everybody in this house is asking themselves. The people in this place have nothing to look forward to except the next big party or the next disappointment. Maybe something less than their idea of perfect is exactly what this house needs.
Monica
Don't be afraid. I'm an angel.
HHarrison
W-what does He have to say? God.
Monica
Well, He says: "Big deal." So your name isn't Harrison Theobridge Archibald the IVth. Big deal. God loves you and He knows who you are no matter what your name is.
HHarrison
I've been living my life as a lie.
Monica
Why? Would you have done anything different if your name had been Rohass? Would you have been any less of a person? Would you have loved Barbara less? Harrison, who you are is not your name or your family. Who you are is more essential than that. It comes from God. And what you make of yourself? That's what you give back to God.
HHarrison
Maybe God knows who I am but...
Monica
I have something for you. [shows him a photo he took with his mother, wife and Luis] This is a family. Not people who share a name or a lineage or a background. But people who belong together because they love each other.
[In front of a painted glass window at the top of a small church]
People have been painting pictures and writing songs and making movies about Heaven and all ever since they could breathe. [Chuckles] They never come close.
[Monica performs a small miracle while they both watch the people going in. They observe a little girl going in singing]
Monica
Now, Serena's music. That comes pretty close to the real thing.
Yeah, she and Johann Sebastian have a lot in common. You give them a little glimpse of Heaven and they're off and singing. But some people, you can put Heaven right smack in front of 'em and they still can't see anything to sing about.
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