Lois: You want me to say something else?
Francis: No, no, I mean, you said everything! Anything else would just be fake. I mean, that was like the perfect thing, and I am still filled with all this resentment. Oh, my God, this sucks! That was, like, the one thing I was living for and it's just not working at all!
Ida: Can you take the soap opera outside? I want to watch the whore that gives the weather.
Lois: Mother, please! [to Francis] Honey, just try to breathe.
Francis: No! You can't just have your life dream stripped away from you and be okay about it!
Lois: Do you want a cold washcloth?
Francis: I don't think so. I don't know. I don't know what I want.
Lois: Do you want me to give you some money?
Francis: How much money?
Lois: I have $200. I only need $30 for the bus.
Francis: Okay.
Lois: Here.
Francis: And the Tic Tacs.
Lois: Okay, honey, just remember that I love you. In my own imperfect, bad mothering way, I do love you.
Francis: I love you, too.