Marie: I have always known that you felt that way about me. You think I'm all those things? Well, maybe I wouldn't be that way if I was welcome in your house.
Debra: But, Marie, don't you see? You're over all the time. You don't give me a chance to welcome you.
Marie: Well, I... [stutters] Okay. Maybe I am those things sometimes. But that's just because that's my way of trying to make us a family. [sobs] That's all I ever want.
Debra: [sobs] That is all I want, too is for us to be a family, a real family.
Marie: Well, I always thought that you didn't like my being in your family.
Debra: I thought you didn't like me being in your family.
Marie: Why would you say that?
Debra: Well, you know when you bring food over to the house?
Marie: I do it because I care.
Debra: No, but see, I feel like that's a criticism. You know, like you're saying I'm not as good as you.
Marie: You don't have to be as good as me. I love you for what you are.
Debra: I love you, too!