7th Heaven

Mike: (to his mother) I need to talk to you, and I need for you to really hear me. I'm not putting you in a hospital. Not now, not ever. If you won't talk to me for the rest of my life, I still won't ever do that. I love you unconditionally, forever, and nothing you do will ever change that. (long pause) Mom, Dad did what Dad did. He killed himself. He did it. Not me, not you. He made the decision and just did it. It wasn't your fault. He had problems, and he chose death as a solution. It was a bad solution. Actually, it's no solution. Death solves nothing. It only leaves pain and torment for everyone you leave behind. Dad was selfish, and it was wrong. I know this because I was selfish. I was wrong. I tried death myself. I tried it. I tried to end my life. Me, not you. Me. I took the pills. I drank the vodka. I locked the door, and I waited to die. I gave up on life. Me. Not you! I failed. I, I, I! Not Dad, not you, not anyone. I thought giving up would be easier than getting over Dad. I was wrong, and it was not in your power to stop me. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I have free will. I just exercised it in the wrong direction. I want to see you embrace life and stop feeling badly. You've done nothing but be a great mom. I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Mrs. Pierce: (long pause) So…you forgive me? Mike: There's nothing to forgive. You didn't do anything but love me and Dad!

Annie: I have a great idea. Why don't you go to the church and finish your sermon, where it's quiet and you can think? Eric: Hey, I've got a great idea. Why don't you tell me why you want me to go to the church and finish my sermon? Annie: You don't have to go if you don't want to. Eric: Okay. Annie: (pauses) You have to leave. I am cleaning the house today, and you will just get in my way. Eric: You've cleaned before, and I haven't gotten in your way. Annie: True. But today, I'm cleaning from top to bottom. Spring cleaning. Eric: It's winter.

Ruthie: (fixing herself a snack) All that cleaning sure makes you hungry. Annie: Baby cereal and bananas? Ruthie: It's really good. (takes a big bite) Want some? Annie: You know, on a normal day, I'd have plenty of time to figure out what it is you're up to, but today is a very busy day--so what do you say you give me a break and tell me what's going on?

Annie: So basically, this is about your pride. Pride is not a luxury that you can afford if you want to keep your baby. You have to talk to your parents. Johnny: I can't. They said they would never forgive me. They won't talk to me. Annie: Yes, they will. I spoke with them earlier on the phone. They want to talk with you, they want to help. So now, all you have left to do is swallow your pride, get up off that bench, and go and call them. We can go back to Pete's and call them. Johnny: It's not going to be easy. Annie: Being a parent never is. Let's go.

Annie: Who would leave a baby on our doorstep? Ruthie: God. Annie: That's sweet, but I think God had a little help on this one.

Robbie: What's that pizza lady's baby doing here? Annie: You've seen this baby? Robbie: Yeah, at Pete's Pizza. Annie: Frankie and Johnny. Robbie: Yeah, that's her name. Frankie. She works at Pete's and brings the baby in with her sometimes. Annie: Are you sure this is her? Robbie: No offense, because all babies are beautiful, but I'd recognize that head anywhere.

Eric: I still can't believe I forgot my birthday! Ruthie: You're old. Old people forget stuff.

Lucy: (as Eric opens Lucy's acceptance letter to seminary school) Happy birthday, Dad. I know what I want to be. I'm going to study theology and become a minister. Just like you. Well, I hope I'll be as good as you--I'm gonna try. I found out a while ago, but I wanted to save it and give it to you for your birthday. It was either that or a tie.

Eric: You were doing so well. Mary: I still am doing well. Eric: You know...I'm really happy to see you, but you're in a lot of trouble. Mary: Trouble? Eric: Running away from the Colonel and Ruth's to sneak off and see Robbie? Yeah, I think I'd qualify that as trouble. Mary: What? Dad, I didn't come here to see Robbie. I came here to see you. It was supposed to be a surprise. I mean, Mom thought we could get Robbie here and back to pick me up without you ever noticing. Eric: Wait a minute. Your MOTHER knew about this?? Mary: Everyone knew.

Eric: You can't go. You just got here. You have to come see the family. Mary: My flight was supposed to come in last night, but then it got snowed in and delayed and rerouted, and just...I have to get back for my class and work. Now I have commitments, and these days I'm keeping my commitments.