Seth Marlowe: I guess I haven't been totally honest.
Margot Sleator: Seth, these are people... like me. They went into that house and never came back.
Seth Marlowe: [Chuckles] You know sometimes... sometimes I think you don't recognize how special this place is.
Margot Sleator: Yeah, I keep forgetting. You know I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time and you're not who I thought you were.
Seth Marlowe: No, don't say that. I'm what I always told you who I was. I'm someone that has never belong anywhere until this place took me in and it saved me.
Margot Sleator: Yeah, that's one thing for you to figure out how to live here, it's another thing for you to take other people and feed them to a house every year.
Seth Marlowe: A house? A house? God, I keep waiting for one of you to understand how magnificent this place is! All the gifts that it can give you... because a memory is a disease! And then this house is the cure! How can you not see that? But if you don't want to use it... maybe you're not who I thought you were! Maybe you are just like everybody else! Disappointing.
Margot Sleator: Well, if a memory is a disease then what is love? An infection?
Seth Marlowe: I did love you, I still do love you... I just loved them first.
