- Ann - age 73: When you get old enough you don't fear death anymore, you wait for it. And, after a while, you hope for it, even if you don't admit IT. Do you know why? Because losing your mind before you go is worse than dying.
- Tom Whitman - age 70: [voiceover] I had hoped to hear the chords played again one day, without them I'm lost in this nothingness. If a song had to have a colour it would be a mixture of red and pink, forever afraid of vanishing, terrified of the silence that make it.
- Gem Whitman: [In Tom's dream] Mr. Thomas Whitman. A composer and a poet. A bad, bad father, with bad, bad memories.
- Ann - age 73: [In Tom's Dream] You used to play so beautifully Tom. You had a song for every little thing in your life.
- Mr. White: [about the circus] Now this is the real deal!
- [Sees Tom]
- Mr. White: Hey buddy! What are you doing down there, come here! They're starting!
- [Tom tries to make his way, but is unable to because of the clowns]
- Mr. White: [Delighted] Sorry, now I get it, you're part of the act! Ooh, I've gotta see this!
- [last lines]
- Tom Whitman - age 70: [voiceover] And there forever remains that change from G to E Minor.
- [first lines]
- Orphan caretaker: That's it. Gently.