Claire: Thank you for this, Dylan, and I appreciate you forgiving me for the dumb thing I said earlier.
Dylan: Who said I forgave you? I'm only treating your injury because you're a guest in my home.
Claire: I know it may seem that I haven't always accepted you, but when I met you, you were an 18-year-old in a leather jacket dating my 15-year-old daughter.
Dylan: I get it. You were trying to protect your daughter from a guy like me, but I haven't been a guy like me for a long time. Bend for me.
Claire: It's hard, Dylan. I have been a mama bear for so long...
Dylan: No, your elbow.
Claire: Oh. Okay. It's j... It's all happening so fast.
Dylan: But it is happening. I'm about to be the father to your grandbabies. Reach out a little. I meant emotionally.
Claire: Oh.
Dylan: I can look myself in the mirror and know that I've tried my hardest to make our relationship work. Can you do the same? [looks up] Go ahead. Here, let me give you some light. [red lights come on] Oops, uh, not that one.
Claire: No.