Found it! I knew she was hoarding it. I knew it. Always lying, saying she’s out. Bald-faced liar. Mike, I found the chocolate pudding!
Nothing is gonna go back to the way that it was. Not really. But it’ll get better. In time.[to Joyce]
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.
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]