Richard Jeffries: How long have you been here?
August: Eleven years and sixteen days. I've been counting.

Lyla: What are you looking at?
Louis: You.

Lyla: I'm trying to find my son.
Woman at Desk: Name?
Lyla: *pause* I don't know.

Richard Jeffries: Why is it so important that you want him now?
Lyla: I've ALWAYS wanted him.

August: The music is all around you, all you have to do is listen.

Hope: You remember how you said Mozart was a musical prod?
Reverend James: Prodigy.
Hope: Yeah, well, I've got one of those and he's living under my bed!

Wizard: If you could choose any name in the world. Any! What would you want to be? Come on, kid. Any.
August: Found.