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Are you alright?
More butter and salt.
Get over yourself, Rudy.
Forgiving those who have wronged me is a gift I give myself.
They took a shower together.
The only reason I'm here is because, uh, I didn't want to turn into my mother.
I mean, some mothers teach their daughters how to bake.
Aren't you a little old to be blaming all your problems on your mother?
We're both in Alcoholics Anonymous.
I have a steady job.
I'm in a book club!
Oh, Greg, honey, can I trouble you for some water without ice? Ice isn't good for my digestive system.
Mom, I've watched you lick cocaine crumbs out of a shag carpet.
You know, just because you're sober doesn't mean you can't take a Xanax.
And I don't need a Xanax; I'm doing great.
Wait, when do you talk to Violet?
I don't want her talking to you.
My job is to forgive you, which I do.
While other mothers were cooking dinner, you were cooking meth.
A father can't visit his son?
I think I may have found a way to pay you your child support.
I know.
Please, I used to love him!
But what? You want me to forgive you?
Why should I forgive you when you can't even forgive your own mother?
This is the start of a new chapter.
Ready to go?
Oh, I almost forgot.
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