You can't fly jets if you're colourblind. *FUCK!* What happened? He's colourblind. He...

Frank: [after Dwayne reads an eye test pamphlet and finds he may be colourblind, destroying his life goal of enlisting in the Air Force] You can't fly jets if you're colourblind. [Dwayne immediately falls into an emotional breakdown; Frank, Olive and Sheryl all yell for Richard to pull over the vehicle] Dwayne: [Dwayne springs from the stopped van into an empty field] *FUCK!* [collapses, screaming and sobbing, breaking his nine-month vow of silence] Sheryl: What happened? Frank: He's colourblind. He can't fly. Sheryl: Oh, Jesus... oh, no. Sheryl: [waits several moments, then approaches Dwayne] Dwayne...? Dwayne, honey, I'm sorry. Dwayne, come on. We have to go. Dwayne: I'm not going. Sheryl: Dwayne... Dwayne: I said *I'm not*, okay? I don't care, I'm not getting on that bus again. Sheryl: Dwayne, for better or worse, we're your family... Dwayne: [stands up] No, you're *not* my family, okay? I don't want to *be* your family! I *hate* you fucking people! *I hate you!* Divorce? Bankrupt? Suicide? You're fucking *losers*! You are losers! Sheryl: [whispers] Dwayne... Dwayne: [begins to cry again] No, *please* just leave me here, Mom. Okay? Please, *please*. Please just leave me here. [sits back down, crying continues]

I'm on my way. I don't know how long. I don't know! Richard, he has nowhere else to go. I'm not smoking. I'm not! Look, I'm at the hospital. Yeah, okay. Bye. Miss Hoover? Your brother's fine. I need you to keep him away from sharp objects-knives, scissors. If you have medications, depressants in your house, keep them secure. -I'd prefer to keep him, but... -I know. The insurance. You want to see him? Hey, Frank. Sheryl.