Beth: You seem different. Lighter.
Randall: I know my birth story, Beth. And it's not just being left at the fire station. It's two people. Two imperfect people who both loved me.

Beth: How are you holding up?
Randall: We own a farmhouse by a lake where my dead biological mother grew up and fell in love with her Vietnamese boyfriend. That's how I'm holding up.

Laurel: I was no good as a daughter and no good as a mother. My son is going to grow up thinking I didn't love him. Why couldn't I be good for him?
Mae: You can't keep doing this to yourself. If you don't let the guilt go, it will strangle you.

Randall: How did you know my mother, exactly?
Hai: If I'm being honest, your mother was the love of my life.

Laurel: Jackson is gone. What am I gonna do without him?
Aunt Mae: God can take your pain, my sweet Laurel, but you gotta let it go.

I don't understand how Daddy can hate his own sister. I could never hate you, Jackson. Besides Aunt Mae, you're the only one who understands me.

Laurel

There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who look before they leap and those who plunge in, arms wide open, as if they don't have a care in the world.

Mae

Beth: This place is beautiful.
Hai: It's actually yours.
Randall: Excuse me?
Hai: This place, this land, was your mother's. And now it's yours.

We were here for what, five or six days? Could have walked right past him and never even known him.

Randall

Kevin. I am deeply aware you come from a family of deep speech givers. I think you should use this time apart to be real with yourself.

Madison

Kate Pearson. I knew you couldn't stay away.

Marc

Beth: Did you really just peck and go? Randall, this is not a peck-and-go situation. We need to talk about this.
Randall: I was wondering for 36 years. I got my answers. I'm not going down this road.

This Is Us Quotes

I don't understand how Daddy can hate his own sister. I could never hate you, Jackson. Besides Aunt Mae, you're the only one who understands me.

Laurel

Laurel: Jackson is gone. What am I gonna do without him?
Aunt Mae: God can take your pain, my sweet Laurel, but you gotta let it go.