GRISSOM: (quietly) It's sad, isn't it, doc? Guys like us. Couple of middle-
aged men who've allowed their work to consume their lives.
GRISSOM: The only time we ever touch other people is when we're wearing our
latex gloves.
GRISSOM: We wake up one day and realize that for fifty years we haven't really
lived at all. But then, all of a sudden ... we get a second chance.
GRISSOM: (v.o.) Somebody young and beautiful shows up. Somebody ...
GRISSOM: ... we could care about. She offers us a new life with her ... ...
but we have a big decision to make, right? Because we have to risk everything
we've worked for in order to have her.
GRISSOM: I couldn't do it ...
GRISSOM: ... but you did. You risked it all ...
GRISSOM: ... and she showed you a wonderful life, didn't she? But then she
took it away and gave it to somebody else, ...
GRISSOM: (v.o.) ... and you were lost.
GRISSOM: So you took her life.
GRISSOM: You killed them both, and now you have nothing.
VINCENT LURIE: (nods) I'm still here.
GRISSOM: Are you?