- Tess: You remember that man who lived around here about two, three-hundred years ago, got lost in a blizzard
- Monica: Yes. Yes, I do. I led 'im to a cave.
- Tess: He spent that winter ice-fishing and concocting stories to tell to his tribe when he got back home.
- Monica: I remember. He told them later that it was the most wonderful season of his life. He said that he had met himself that year.
- Tess: Hm... People too busy to meet themselves anymore. Everybody's faxing and modeming and onlining and imputing and downloading and overnighting... You don't like it? Change the channel. Push the button. Escape. Delete. You know, you can say anything to anybody, anywhere in the world, in seconds. But it still takes as much time as it ever took to know a soul... mend a broken heart, or... give birth to a child. In this world of change, some things just don't. And children like her - they get lost in the in-between.
- Tess: I'll transfer. Back to, Revelations and Annunciations. At least there what I said was taken seriously.
- Cassie Peters: [of the car seat that appeared in the trunk the second time] Where did that come from?
- Monica: Oh, my friend. She likes to be prepared.
- Tess: Well, taking people home to their reward can wear a soul down. Especially if you feel misunderstood.
- Cassie Peters: How do you know that?
- Monica: Because I'm an angel.
- Cassie Peters: you mean... like a psychic or something?