- [last lines]
- [Eric reads a note he discovered in Sam's cardigan he wears that once belonged to her father]
- Samira: [voiceover] Eric, you better take care of my cat. Don't rub his belly. He doesn't like that. And don't feed him too much. He'll get fat.
- [Sam is shown walking alone listening to "Feeling Good" on her iPod Nano attached to a boombox she carries.]
- Samira: [voiceover] And thank you. Thank you for bringing me home. Thank you for helping me live again. I had forgotten how the city sings. You can hear when you're quiet.
- [Sam gazes around the abandoned Harlem one last time.]
- Samira: [voiceover] It's good to have been back.
- [Sam unplugs the earbuds which results in the creature to appear from behind.]
- Reuben: Thanks for sharing today. Uh... lot of profanity, but I, um, I didn't appreciate the comment about Oscar's poop walk.
- Samira: Oscar thought it was funny.
- Reuben: It was funny, but it was still mean.
- Samira: I'm a very mean person.
- Reuben: That's a very open realization
- Samira: I've known that for a while.
- Samira: [reciting her poem] This place is shit. This place smells like shit. Betsy's voice sounds like shit. Cancer is shit. Oscar does that stupid walk when he wants to hide he shit his pants. And Milton has shit taste in music.
- [Milton reacts to Sam's poem]
- Samira: [petting Frodo] It's not finished.
- Eric: [reciting a poem from Sam's book] Bad Math. You said one to two years. And it has been two. You said four to sixth months, And it has been six. And Mrs. Friedlander taught me subtraction, and the corner store taught me addiction, and I used only simple maths all my life.
- [Eric briefly pauses for a bit]
- Eric: And I never needed more than more, and less. To four. To three. To smaller and smaller.
- [Eric turns the page]
- Eric: Until months, to days, to hours, to seconds.
- [Eric lowers the book]
- Eric: But not to not now.
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