- Becca: Does it ever go away?
- Nat: No, I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't - has gone on for eleven years. But it changes though.
- Becca: How?
- Nat: I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and - there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be aweful - not all the time. It's kinda...
- [deep breath]
- Nat: not that you'd like it exactly, but it's what you've got instead of your son. So, you carry it around. And uh... it doesn't go away. Which is...
- Becca: Which is what?
- Nat: Fine, actually.
- Nat: You know, Becca, when your brother died, I found the church very helpful.
- Becca: I know. I know you did, but that's you. That's not me, and Danny... Danny isn't Arthur.
- Nat: You know, I brought you to church every Sunday.
- Becca: Let's not start this again, okay, Mom? I'm just... I'm just calling about the cake.
- Nat: You're not right about everything, you know? What if there is a God?
- Becca: Then I'd say he's a sadistic prick.
- Nat: All right, Becca, that's enough.
- Becca: "Worship me and I'll treat you like shit." No wonder you like him. He sounds just like Dad.