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Silas: What did he say when I was born, huh? “Well, doesn’t look like me. That’s weird. Oh well.”
Nancy: It didn’t matter to him.
Silas: Bullshit. Or is your memory just as screwed up as anything else?
Nancy: You were born at 10:59 am. The walls of my room were pink with a faded border of quarter horses around the top. A nurse was playing Sunshine Of Your Love as you emerged. My first thought was, I wanted to eat one of your toes so I could still keep a part of you inside of me. My second thought was, if Judah does not love this baby, I’m gonna leave him. So you see? My memory is perfect.
Silas: Everything you say, mom, just sounds like stuff to say. It doesn’t actually mean anything.
Nancy: Does it really matter in the end? Does he show up any less in your dreams? Does he mean any less to you?
Silas: No. You do.
Nancy: Part of him knew, I think, whether I told him or not. And he had room in his heart. You were his.
Silas: You never told him? That is so unbelievably deceitful.
Nancy: I did it for you.
Silas: You don’t get to make those choices for other people!
Nancy: You would have preferred what, that I abort you?!
Silas: And you don’t get credit for having a baby with fucking Lars! He’s so dumb, I - I got the dumb genes!
Nancy: You’re not dumb! Yeah, Shane got other things, but you’re sweet, and so good looking, and not a murderer, which puts you squarely in the lead, so… Yeah, I kept you in the dark for much of your life, but you gave me stretchmarks, so we’re even.
Silas: Dad’s dead. You lied to me my whole life, and I’m stuck with you fucking endlessly. So, no, Mom. We’re not even close to even.
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