Pj: Brendan, he knew? Amy: (holds back tears, nods) Only fifteen years too late. Pj: (hugs Amy) Amy: It just would have made such a difference if he'd said something before. Pj: People eh? What can you do.(hands Amy a tissue from his pocket) Amy: This smells like fish. Pj: Now Amy, in spoiling the moment where I'm being all heroic and supportive, I will confess that for a small part of the day only, that tissue shared my pocket with a half-eaten tuna sandwich. Amy: (laughs) Pj: Well a man's gotta eat! Amy: Eat yes, but tuna sandwich? Pj: Speaking of eating. Amy: (looks at watch) I should get a...late night. Thanks.
Brendan: About Dad. Once, when you were younger, I saw him with his hand on your knee. I didn't think anything of it at the time, I guess I just didn't want to believe it. Amy: You just let me go through that whole thing... Brendan: Amy... Amy: Go, just go!
Chloe: Dad's dead isn't he? Amy: No. Chloe: I heard you talking. Amy: Your Dad's fine, he's just at the hospital. Chloe: I knew this would happen. Ever since he got that stupid truck he's been driving and driving, he's always so tired.
Amy: So we've got some long distance hauler who dosed up on speed and put his pedal to the metal. Tom: They didn't tell you who the truck driver is? It's your cousin.
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