Orel, I've been a bad dad, I admit it, ok? I'm sorry about shooting you, I'm sorry about the ignoring, blah-blah-blah - all of that. Now that we've made up, you gotta tell me what that witch is up to, you gotta, Orel! Please!
With niceness, in order to get to me! Well, it worked, you got to me! Now you stay away from him! He's not yours, I am! [He stops, realizing what he's just said] I mean-- he's mine, my son! Oh, I miss you..., Orel. I need you in my life..., Orel. And I...I...I...love you.
I had fun. [Clay turns around, only to see Stopframe smiling with Orel. Heartbroken, he leaves with his family, but leaves behind the stuffed bear. Stopframe strokes it.] Well, how are you at trimming?
Today's Christmas sermon is about family. What is family? Well, a lot of times, family is just a bunch of people who are forced to be together just because they came out of each other, but every so often...
(Flash-forward to a happy adult Orel celebrating Christmas morning with his family)
A miracle happens. A loving family, just like that—out of nowhere. Now, what causes this? A belief in God, a strong moral structure, blind luck? Who knows? Who cares? Ah, you're not gonna get any answers out of me. I'm just a puppet for the Big Guy. I don't write this stuff. The end. I mean, Amen. Nah, who am I kidding? The end.
I didn't have the confidence to answer any of his questions, let alone talk about God (he starts crying) because I felt worthless.
(Both Arthur and Clay recall when the younger version of the former told the childhood version of the latter, "You're not even worth it." This resulted in Clay associating abuse with worth and attention.)
