Dad: Hi Sparks.

Ellie: Dad?

Dad: I missed you.

Dad: Oh I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you sweetheart.

Ellie: You’re not real. None of this is real.

Dad: That’s my scientist.

Ellie: When I was unconscious, you downloaded my
thoughts, my memories, even Pensacola.

Dad: We thought this might make things easier for you.

Ellie: Why did you contact us?

Dad: You contacted us. We were just listening.

Ellie: Then there are others?

Dad: Many others.

Ellie: They all travel here through that transit system
that you built?

Dad: We didn’t build it, we don’t know who did.
They were gone long before we ever got here. Maybe
some day they’ll come back.

Ellie: All the other civilizations that you find, they
come here?

Dad: Not all.

Ellie: Is this some test?

Dad: No, no tests. You have your mother’s hands…
You’re an interesting species, an interesting mix.
You’re capable of such beautiful dreams and such
horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off,
so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching,
the only thing we found that makes the emptiness
bearable, is each other.

Ellie: What happens now?

Dad: Now, you go home.

Ellie: Home? But I have so many questions, do we
get to come back?

Dad: This was just a first step. In time you’ll take
another.

Ellie: But other people need to see what I’ve seen,
they need to see…

Dad: This is the way it’s been done for billions
of years. Small moves, Ellie. Small moves.

(favourite film "Contact")