Rita- Then maybe we can find you a quieter job, because remember, that's one of the jugde's conditions, that you earn more money. You have to keep earning money so that you can get a new apartment and Lucy can have her own room for when you get her back.
Sam- Yeah, except that Lucy doesn't need me anymore. She has a new family now, and she doesn't need me anymore.
Rita- Is that what she said ?
Sam- It's because I know that. Because I just know that.
Rita- Well, that's the first stupid thing I've ever heard you say. Sam you can get Lucy back. The court favors reunification. But Sam, you have to fight for her.
Sam- Yeah, but I tried, I tried hard.
Rita- Try harder.
Sam- Yeah! But you don't know.
Rita- I don't know, what?
Sam- You don't know what it's like when you try, and you try, and you try, and you don't ever get there. Because you were born perfect. And I was born like this. And you're perfect. People like you don't know.
Rita- People like me?
Sam- You don't know what it's like to get hurted because you don't have feelings. People like you don't feel anything.
Rita- You think you got the market cornered on human suffering? Let me tell you something about people like me. People like me feel lost, and little, and ugly, and dispensable. People like me have husbans screwing someone else far more perfect than me. People like me have sons that hate them. And I've screamed horrible things to him , a 7 year-old, because he doesn't want to get in the car at the end of the day. And then he looks at me with such an anger, and I hate him then. I know I'm failing you. I know I'm disappointing you. I know you deserve better. But get in the fucking car. Every morning I wake up and I fail. And I look around and everybody seems to be pulling it off, but somehow I can't. No matter how hard I try. Somehow I'll never be enough.
Sam- You're enough. You're more much than enough. Lovely Rita.
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