Amelia:
[Samuel comes out from hiding and Amelia shrieks like a banshee. Amelia starts approaching Samuel, but he starts wetting himself.]
You little pig. Six years old and you're still wetting yourself. You don't know how many times I wished it was you, not him, that died.
Samuel:
I just wanted you to be happy.
Amelia:
[mocking Samuel]
I just want you to be happy. Sometimes I just want to smash your head against the brick wall until your fucking brains pop out.
Samuel:
[softly]
You're not my mother.
Amelia:
What did you say?
Samuel:
I said you're not my mother!
Amelia:
I AM YOUR MOTHER!
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