Eunice, I-- I know I don't seem to be a very romantice person. –Hmph. I'm not looking for romance, Howard. –Oh. –No, I'm looking for something more important than that, something stronger. As the years go by, romance fades and something else takes its place. Do you know what that is? –Senility. –Trust! –That's what I meant.
Some individuals, it is true, are more special. This is natural selection. It begins as a single individual, born or hatched like every other member of their species: anonymous, seemingly ordinary. Except they're not. They carry inside them the genetic code that will take their species to the next evolutionary rung. It's destiny.