Cameron: Claire, I don't know that I'm feeling up to this.
Claire: Why, Cam? What happened that is so awful you simultaneously can't speak of it and yet can't stop talking about it?
Cameron: I can't. It's too emotional.
Claire: Okay. Some other time.
Cameron: I was 10. Dressed as Quasimodo, on a front porch with my best friend, Timmy Reglar, a Ghostbuster. There was a bucket of candy with a sign. It said "Take one."
Claire: One.
Cameron: Timmy took the entire bucket and put it in his bag. Timmy didn't play by the rules. It's what I liked and feared about him. Then the bag broke. As a crowd of kids rounded the corner, saw the pile of candy Timmy said, "Cam did it!"
Kids: Trick or treat!
Claire: Oh, good. Aren't you glad you got that out?