ESTELLA: Give me your hand (pause). Be happy, Pip. This will pass in time. I’ll be out of your thoughts in a week!
PIP: Out of my thoughts? You’re in every thought! You’re part of my existence, you’re part of me – you’re in every thought, in every line I’ve ever read since I first came here. You’re in the river, the sails of ships, the sea, the clouds – the stones of London. Until the last hours of my life you will remain in me – part of the little good, part of the evil – and I will always think of the good.