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Roger: You're not going to die.
Holmes: Roger. I'm 93.
Roger: I had a great uncle who lived to be 102.
Holmes: Well, then, that seals my fate. What are the odds that you would know two men who would live that long?
Roger: Well, I didn't actually know him.

Holmes: Ah. The iris. Amazing resilience. Enough light and they will grow
in the most uninhabitable regions, desert, cold, rock. Why do you suppose it is that something as small and insignificant as the iris should be so much stronger than we are? Perhaps they're less affected by what goes on around them.

Ann: And is that enough?
Holmes: It can be. If one is so fortunate as to find a place in the world. And another soul with whom one's loneliness can reside.

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