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Harry: Dixon was great out there. Debbie: I know, he was! Can you imagine what that would be like? First your birth mother and then your girlfriend, both being manic-depressive? Harry: It'd be like lightning striking twice. It's no wonder he reacted the way he did. Debbie: (scoffs) Yeah.

(Harry catches Debbie in Dixon's room trying to break into his computer) Harry: What are you doing? Debbie: (nervously) I am trying to figure out Dixon's password. I've tried his name, his birthday, the Chiefs. Harry: Why do you need to get into his computer? Debbie: (freaking out) Because I don't know who he is, Harry! Harry: Deb, what's going on? Debbie: I have no clue what's going on! Our son is acting like a stranger! You saw him down there! He is hostile, and callous, and having sex! Okay, fine, maybe it's normal, but the rest of it is not! It's this place! It's L.A.! Beverly Hills! The morals are different here! I mean, kids grow up way too fast, and we made a huge mistake by coming here! Harry: (taken aback by Debbie's reaction to the situation) Deb!

(Silver has dodged a train and is now hiding behind a wall) Dixon: (calling) Silver! It's me, it's Dixon. Listen. I do understand. I do. Everything was so good for you, and now it feels like... the world is crumbling around you. Everything made sense and now it doesn't, but it's okay, Silver, I know what you're going through, because... my mom used to go through the same type of thing. Some days, she was so happy she couldn't contain herself. Like one day, she just took me out of school, just showed up in the middle of the day and took me out of school, said we were going to Disneyland. But she didn't stay happy. By the time we got there, she was just sad and confused. We didn't end up leaving the motel room. That's how she was. Up and down, up and down... (Silver comes out of hiding) But it wasn't her fault. She just needed help, Silver. It's okay. All right? I'm here. And I'm-a help you get help. (Silver breaks down in Dixon's arms) Everything's gonna be okay.

Silver: (crying) I was gonna go to Kansas because Kansas equals Dixon, and Dixon equals baking soda. It doesn't make sense, but it did! It did make sense. Now, it doesn't.

Silver: Everything was making sense and now, it doesn't. Everything was so great but now, it's so dark. It's so dark here. It's always, always dark.