Oh yeah, that's right, I stabbed her

Becky:

Did you really kill your mama? Henry:
I guess I did. Becky:
How'd it happen? Henry:
I stabbed her. Becky:
Otis said you hit her with a baseball bat. Henry:
Otis said that? Becky:
Yeah. Henry:
Well, he's mistaken. Becky:
Well don't tell him I told you. He made me promise. [pause] Becky:
She must have treated you real bad. Henry:
She was a whore. My mama was a whore. But I don't fault her for that. It ain't what she done, but how she done it. Long as I can remember, she'd bring men up to the house. My daddy was there too, but it didn't matter none to her. She'd make me watch. Becky:
That's creepy. Henry:
She'd beat me too. A lot. She'd beat me when I wouldn't watch it. And sometimes she'd beat me, and make me wear a dress, and watch her doin' it. Then they'd laugh at me. Becky:
She made you wear a dress? Henry:
You think I'm lyin? Becky:
I feel like I know you, like I've known you for a long time. I feel like I've known you forever and ever. Henry:
Yeah. I killed my mama. One night. It was my 14th birthday. She was drunk, and we had an argument. She hit me with a whiskey bottle. I shot her. I shot her dead. Becky:
I thought you said you stabbed her. Henry:
Oh yeah, that's right, I stabbed her