Jennifer Hale credited as playing...
Rosalind Lutece
- Robert Lutece: I told you they'd come.
- Rosalind Lutece: No, you didn't.
- Robert Lutece: Right. I was going to tell you they'd come.
- Rosalind Lutece: But you didn't.
- Robert Lutece: But I don't.
- Rosalind Lutece: You sure that's right?
- Robert Lutece: I was going to have told you they'd come?
- Rosalind Lutece: No.
- Robert Lutece: The subjunctive?
- Rosalind Lutece: That's not the subjunctive.
- Robert Lutece: I don't think the syntax has being invented yet.
- Rosalind Lutece: It would have had to have had been.
- Robert Lutece: Had to have... had... been? That can't be right.
- Robert Lutece: One goes into an experiment knowing one could fail.
- Rosalind Lutece: But one does not undertake an experiment knowing one has failed.
- Booker DeWitt: But what is she? Alive or dead?
- Robert Lutece: Why do you ask "what"?
- Rosalind Lutece: When the delicious question is "when"?
- Robert Lutece: The only difference between past and present...
- Rosalind Lutece: ...is semantics.
- Robert Lutece: Lives, lived, will live.
- Rosalind Lutece: Dies, died, will die.
- Robert Lutece: If we could perceive time as it truly was.
- Rosalind Lutece: What reason would grammar professors have to get out of bed?
- Robert Lutece: Dead is dead.
- Rosalind Lutece: I see... heads.
- Robert Lutece: And I see tails.
- Rosalind Lutece: It's all a matter of perspective.
- Rosalind Lutece: When I was girl, I dreamt of standing in a room, looking at a girl who was and was not myself, who stood looking at another girl who was and was not myself. My mother took this as a nightmare. I saw it as the beginning of a career in physics.
- Rosalind Lutece: Odd, isn't it?
- Robert Lutece: What's odd?
- Rosalind Lutece: The fact that we sometimes...
- Robert Lutece: ...finish each other's sentences?
- Rosalind Lutece: Exactly.
- Rosalind Lutece: What makes the girl different? I suspect it has less to do with what she is, and rather more with what she is not. A small part of her remains from where she came. It would seem the universe does not like its peas mixed with its porridge.
- Rosalind Lutece: Where he sees an empty page, I see "King Lear". But he is my brother, so I shall play my part, knowing it shall all end in tears.