Claire: What an amazing kid. I can't believe I ever worried about him out in the world. It's just- That's what I do, though, isn't it? I worry. I worry. I think about a tiny little thing, and then I obsess on it until suddenly it's the only thing I can think about. God, please don't let me screw up our son.
Phil: Hey. Hey. You know why else he's gonna be okay?
Claire: No.
Phil: Because somewhere out there is a worried little girl who's making lists and labeling bins, and he's gonna find her.