- Brenda: [sparking up] Sorry, he's obviously off his meds.
- Nate: What, intentionally?
- Brenda: No, it happens occassionally, it's been a while.
- Nate: Uh Brenda, come on!
- Brenda: Sorry Nate, I can't. I'm all he's got when he's like this.
- Nate: You are letting him manipulate you.
- Brenda: You don't know him. You don't know what he's doing.
- Nate: Well I know he didn't like me, and I have a feeling he doesn't like any man in your life, am I right?
- Brenda: ...
- Nate: Answer me!
- Brenda: What, you think I fucked my brother?
- Nate: Jesus, I never said that!
- Brenda: Nate, he's sick! He's my brother and he's sick, and he needs me! This is who I am, this is what you get...