Maybe I am a mess. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I’m out of my mind! But, God help me, I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there’s a chance that Will’s still out there!
I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. You took my boy away from me! You left him in that place to die! You faked his death! We had a funeral. We buried him. And now you’re asking for my help? Go to hell.
Well, I don’t know who’s been raising you, but I’m gonna get you some new crayons because it looks like he’s shooting cabbages.[to Will]
This is not yours to fix alone. You act like you’re all alone out there in the world, but you’re not. You’re not alone.[to Jonathan]
Donald. I’ve been here ten years, right? Have I ever called in sick or missed a shift once? I’ve worked Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving. I don’t know where my boy is. He’s gone. I don’t know if I’m gonna ever see him again, if he’s hurt… I need this phone and two weeks’ advance. And a pack of Camels.