You okay, Mom? What? Is there something on your mind? Is there something on *your* mind?...

Peter: You okay, Mom? Annie: What? Peter: Is there something on your mind? Annie: Is there something on *your* mind? Peter: Just seems like there... might be something you... wanna say. Steve: Peter. Annie: Like what? I mean, why would I wanna say something so I can watch you sneer at me? Peter: Sneer at you? I don't ever sneer at you. Annie: Oh, sweetie, you don't have to. You get your point across. Peter: Okay, so, fine, then say what you wanna say, then. Steve: Peter. Annie: I don't wanna say anything. I've tried saying... Peter: Okay, so try again. Release yourself. Annie: Oh, release you, you mean? Peter: Yeah, fine, release me, just say it! Just fucking say it! Annie: DON'T you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you EVER raise your voice at me! I am your mother! You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed! Well, now your sister is dead! And I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish could take that away for you. I WISH I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did, but you're sister is dead! She's gone forever! And what a waste... if it could've maybe brought us together, or something, if you could've just said "I'm sorry" or faced up to what happened, maybe then we could do something with this, but you can't take responsibility for anything! So, now I can't accept. And I can't forgive. Because... because NOBODY admits anything they've done!