Phil: There's no easy way to say this. Your mother's leaving us. She's found another room that makes her happy.
Alex: I don't understand.
Phil: Ssh. It's not your fault.
Claire: Okay, look, I needed a little space, and there was a room that opened up down the hall-
Phil: Then one thing led to another. Spare us, Claire.
Luke: So, wait. Mom's staying in that other room?
Phil: You can visit her on the weekends.
Alex: Aren't we here for just one more day?
Phil: Ssh. I knew you'd be the one to lash out.