Doc:
[noticing Babe's homework]
What's this, more bullshit for your thesis?
Babe:
Those are some interviews about Dad. I'd like you to read it.
Doc:
[dispassionately]
Not interested.
Babe:
Why not? I just want you to read it.
Doc:
You're never gonna face it, are you? The old man is dead; he was a drunk, he killed himself.
Babe:
Yeah, Doc, but he didn't start to drink until after the hearings.
Doc:
You gotta be kidding me?
Babe:
No, I got it from his friends. I got it right here.
Doc:
Where were those people when you needed them?
Babe:
They're were afraid like everybody else.
Doc:
You think he wanted you to be throwing your life away on this shit?
Babe:
I don't think I'm throwing it away!
Doc:
You are! Nothing you write is gonna change what happened?
Babe:
Why can't you give me the courtesy to read it?
Doc:
[shouting]
It's over! Forget it!
Babe:
[quietly]
Maybe for you.
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