Nora Antony: I feel something for you that I just don't feel anywhere else, anytime else, with anyone else. And if I'm being honest... those moments are the only things I care about. And... if you make a fool of me and trick me, like Jamie... I'm going to have to take that risk. I love you, Nathan. Can you handle me saying that? Nathan? (Nathan runs out of data)
Nathan Brown: I mean, I was barely aware I was alive. Just kind of went to clubs and did my work. Was a bit of an asshole. But... now, my eyes have been opened to a lot of things. I'm starting to really appreciate what I have. I mean, if you said, right now, I could go back the way things were before, I don't know if I'd do it.
Dave Antony: This experience has been that good?
Nathan Brown: In some ways, yeah. I mean, I met your daughter here, and she's better than any friend I had before. Even if we last for a thousand years here, it's gonna feel short when it's over, and we're out of time with the people we care about. I think that's what really matters.
Dave Antony: You actually have some depth to you.
Nathan Brown: Maybe even a soul?
Dave Antony: At least a personality.
Nathan Brown: I'll take it.
(At Nathan's funeral...)
Nathan Brown: Hey. Hey, everyone. Um, thank you all for coming. At this time, I would just like to ask, you know, any of my friends if they want to say... anything... about me.
Larry: I-I always knew you jerked it to women's tennis.
Nathan Brown: Okay.
Larry: Was it the grunting, or...?
Nathan Brown: Okay. Would anyone other than Uncle... Uncle Larry, put your f***ing hand down. Anyone else at all want to say something? Maybe a nice eulogy?
Nathan Brown: We wrote a program that allows anyone to save their own uploads. So you can create your own digital afterlife and pass it down to friends or family for free.
David Choak (laughs): So you got murdered.
Nathan Brown: No. I-I was in a car accident.
David Choak (laughs): Yeah, sure. Yeah, you just, uh, threatened a 600-billion-dollar-a-year industry, and no one murdered you. Nobody murders anybody. (leaves and laughs the whole time)
Dave Antony: Sorry, honey. No go.
Nora Antony: I could be your angel. Like, we could hang out.
Dave Antony: I can't.
Nora Antony: Why?
Dave Antony: Mom's waiting for me.
Nora Antony: Oh, come on. You don't believe that old stuff.
Dave Antony: It doesn't make sense, but it's how I feel. How can heaven not have your mother in it?