Oh, you know what? You don't want to be with me, then don't, alright?
Nate, I'm kidding, come on... Of course I want to be with you, I love you!
Yeah? Well then why do you treat me like shit all the time?
Because I had a really fucked up life and I use sarcasm to hide how ridiculously vulnerable I really am... Hey, come on, Jesus, you know that.
[During an intake, the stepmother and the daughters are bickering over the decedent's request to be buried beside his first wife.]
D1Daughter #1
It's what our father wanted.
SStepmother
No, it's what you want, because you never liked me!
D1Daughter #1
Well, you got that right.
SStepmother
You hate that you couldn't control your father when he was alive, and now you're trying to do it when he's dead.
D2Daughter #2
It was his decision!
There is a significant unpaid balance on the account.
D1Daughter #1
We'll pay for it!
SStepmother
If you take one cent from him, you'll be hearing from my attorney!
I really don't think that's necessary.
SStepmother
Oh, no? I gave the last six years of my life to that man; and contrary to what these stupid bitches think, I really did love him and I will not be humiliated like this!
D2Daughter #2
Yeah, well, if you do not follow our father's instructions exactly, you'll be hearing from our attorney, who used to work for Disney.
SStepmother
Oh, bring it on, ferret face!
D2Daughter #2
Oh, fuck you, you gold-digging slut!
SStepmother
How dare you!
D2Daughter #2
There are naked pictures of you on the Internet! My son showed them to me!
Shut up! All of you, shut the fuck up! Jesus Christ, a man died. Your husband, your father lived a life, and now he's dead. Show some respect.
[Keith cleans the house and David combs Taylor's hair for a social worker's visit.]
What are you looking for?
Anything that seems too, uh … funny.
Funny "ha-ha," or funny gay?
Clearly there's something wrong with me that you hide something like this from me, your brother and sister knew for months.
I wanted to protect you …
You're not supposed to protect me. I'm supposed to protect you. That's what a mother does. She tries. Most of the time she fails, but how are you ever going to feel loved if you don't ever let me try?
[crying] There's just so many months I could have loved you better.
You're everything … you're everything to me, and you don't even know it.
[crying] Oh, God, I don't wanna go. Oh, I can't do this. I can't!
I won't let you go. I'll never let you go.