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Parrish: How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That's not love.

Joe: Then what is it?

Parrish: Some aimless infatuation which, for the moment, you feel like indulging - it's missing everything that matters.

Joe: Which is what?

Parrish: Trust, responsibility, taking the weight for your choices and feelings, and spending the rest of your life living up to them. And above all, not hurting the object of your love.

Joe: So that's what love is?

Parrish: Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about.