‘Can you share what you’re feeling, Kevin?’ he says. ‘Can you name it?’ Kevin’s voice is muffled by the hand he hides behind. ‘I’m feeling my Inner Infant’s abandonment and deep-deprivation issues, Harv,’ he says, drawing shuddering breaths. His mauve sweater’s shoulders tremble. ‘I’m feeling my Inner Infant standing holding the bars of his crib and looking out of the bars… bars of his crib and crying for his Mommy and Daddy to come hold him and nurture him.’ Kevin sobs twice in an apneated way. One arm holds his lap’s bear so tight Hal thinks he can see a little stuffing start to come out of
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This is played for laughs but hides a lot in plain sight for how to connect the various threads thematically to make some kind of emotional, artistic sense of the whole. Note the mother/child imagery shared with the Entertainment and in Gately's imagination. "Nobody's coming," and you can't regress to infancy no matter what the temptation, so in truth you need to grow up.
