Tracy: Mothers, lock up your sons.
Tracy: He was crippled, but only his body was cracked. It's not simple, nor is it an easy matter to explain. "Let's just leave it at that," she says and closes the holy book of lies. She covers her eyes, denying to herself what she thought happened.
Melanie: I want you here with me. You're my heart. I'll make it right.
Tracy: Geez, Mom, why don't you open a hotel? You could get paid for all this shit.
Tracy: Mom, I have to go to the bathroom now.
Melanie: Can't you hold it a minute?
Tracy: That's how you get a bladder infection, you child abuser.
Melanie: That's dramatic.