Kelly: I’m here to help with Thanksgiving.
Valerie: Oh, damn it!
Kelly: I’m trying here, Valerie.
Valerie: Yeah? And why the sudden change of heart, huh?
Kelly: Well, I talked to David, and he told me everything about your father.
Valerie: So you stocked up on pity and decide to bring some over? Look for another charirty case. It’s not gonna be me.
Kelly: This is not about pity, Valerie.
Valerie: Whatever it is, I don’t need it. And I certainly don’t need you.
Kelly: What you do need is a friend, and I’m really trying to be one here.
Kelly: I’m not leaving until you agree to let me help with dinner. What are you doing?
Valerie: (Throws turkey out the door) What dinner? Just go.
Valerie: Don’t trip over the bird on your way out.
Brenda: So there I am sitting at the Senior Breakfast and I’m thinking about Minnesota. And I wanted to say, “Hey, everybody, I got in.” But something held me back.
Dylan: Maybe you thought that they would try and convince you to stay.
Brenda: Oh maybe I was scared that they wouldn’t.
Dylan: What do you wanna do?
Brenda: I’m torn.
Dylan: My surefire remedy in a case like this is to just flip a coin.
Brenda: Is that what you did with me and Kelly? Sorry, that didn’t come out right. You don’t have to answer that.
Dylan: No, I want to. What I think you’re really asking me is if there were no Kelly, would you and I still be together?
Brenda: The thought has crossed my mind.
Dyan: The truth is, I don’t know. I loved you more than I ever thought I could love anybody. Maybe that was the problem. It was just too intense for both of us.
Brenda: Yeah, I guess right from the start it was — It was just so volatile.
Brenda: We did have some good times, though. Like that weekend in Baja, and you taught me how to surf and we danced all night.
Dylan: Not all night.
Brenda: Too bad my dad couldn’t understand what we were all about.
Brenda: I guess that was the beginning of the end.
Dylan: Yeah. For us to live together at that point was a huge mistake.
Brenda: And you got so incredibly offended when I tried to clean this place up.
Dylan: Well, hey, dust adds a little character.
Brenda: I guess Kelly doesn’t mind it, huh?
Dylan: I guess not.
Brenda: Was that her on the phone before?
Brenda: Why didn’t you tell her I was here?
Dylan: She didn’t ask. But I have a question for you, Bren. Why did you come over here/
Brenda: I guess I wanted to say goodbye, in private.
Dylan: How private?
Brenda: You know what I’d really like?
Dylan: Let me guess.
Brenda: What I really wish is that I didn’t have to go home so early.
Dylan: So why don’t you forget your curfew?
Brenda: Oh, yeah, right. “Mom, Dad, I’ll be home whenever I feel like it.” I don’t think so.
Dylan: What about Baja?
Brenda: What about Baja?
Dylan: I’m going this weekend. You want to come with?
Brenda: They’d never let me go in a million years.
Dylan: Which I don’t understand, because they let you come over here all the time. I mean, what’s the difference?
Brenda: The difference is that I come home at night. And when I’m tucked in my bed, I am still their little girl.
Dylan: So tell them you’ll be gone for 36 hours. We’ll leave Saturday morning, come back Sunday night.
Dylan: Doesn’t hurt to ask. I mean, you never know, they might surprised you, say yes.
Brenda: Maybe they will. I’ve really got to get home.
Dylan: Forget your curfew.
Brenda: You’re right. As long as I’m close, they don’t care.
Brenda: Besides… I tiptoe.
Susan: Hi. You’re, uh.. not gonna invite me back?
Brandon: There’s a lot of people back there. I don’t want there to be a scene.
Susan: I missed you.
Brandon: I missed you, too.
Susan: Look, Jonathan’s flown back home to Seattle, if that’s what you’re wondering. Nothing happened.
Brandon: That must have been quite a fight, seeing what a studly guy he is.
Susan: Please. Don’t make me sorry I came here.
Brandon: What’s he got over you?
Susan: Nothing I can ever change. But I love you… and that’s what I told him.
Brandon: He’s not gonna give you up.
Susan: Well, then that’s his problem, isn’t it? Can’t you take “yes” for an answer?
Brandon: You know, uh.. a long time ago someone told me that, uh, when you strike oil, you should stop drilling.
Susan: So, um… are you stopping?
Brandon: I don’t know, I think maybe I’m just kinda getting started.
Abby: You won’t speak to me, now it has to be in the middle of the night?
Valerie: Well, you were always such a sound sleeper.
Abby: What do you mean?
Valerie: You must have been, to be able to sleep through the night while your husband was coming into my room.
Abby: What are you talking about?
Valerie: I’m talking about rape, Mother. Incest. Child abuse. Our family, your husband, your daughter. Does that ring any bells?
Abby: You’re accusing your father of… How are you!
Valerie: That’s right. Defend him in the grave. It’s not like you have to care about me at all.
Abby: I was married to him for 20 years! I think I knew him better than anyone.
Valerie: I guess you didn’t know him as well as you thought.
Abby: Your father had his faults, but he was a good man.
Valerie: Victor Malone was a vicious son of a bitch, and if you didn’t know it, you were blind.
Abby: You were always wild. Always in trouble.
Valerie: You know what? As much as I hated him, you were worse than he was. You could have stopped it. You could have stopped him coming into my room…
Abby: (slaps Valerie) Go to hell!
Valerie: I, I’ve been in hell. Since I was 11 years old.