- W.C.: The music, this horn, they'll never leave you. Never let you down. But the lights, the glamour, these women, they'll let you down. They're secondary. But this here horn it's like magic, you know? Just wave your wand. Like magic.
- Lark: You say that your music is this magic carpet that takes you away from the problems of the world, but dreams filled with magic carpet rides end.
- Lark: Love is on it's own time. One second of it, contains all of it. Like a clock on the wall, you look at it if you want to know the time. If you don't, it just keeps ticking on.