“Yeah, it is. The funny thing is, I sometimes think my mother loves my father more than he loves her. Does that make sense?” “Yeah, I guess so. Maybe. Is love a contest?” “What does that mean?” “Maybe everyone loves differently. Maybe that’s all that matters.” “You do realize you’re talking, don’t you? I mean you’re really talking.” “I talk, Dante. Don’t be a shit.” “Sometimes you talk. Other times you just, I don’t know, you just avoid.” “I’m doing the best I can.”
