In Treatment

Alex: (talking to Paul about his son) You should have seen him. He was a different person. He was open, he was outgoing. It's like he bloomed in my absence. Well, not bloomed. Jeez, he's not a fucking flower. It's like he spread his wings. Yeah, that's what it was like.

Alex: My father, he pulls me into a room and he just ripped into me. He says, 'You are pathetic. One thing goes wrong in your little cushy life and you turn soft as butter.' He didn't understand why I wasn't eager to fly again or why I was away from home doing God knows what with God knows who, like a fucking teenager. He says, 'You disappoint me, boy. I raised you to be stronger than that. I raised you to be a man.' And he wanted to know who put all these ideas in my head. Who turned me into a... what did he... who turned me into a selfish, whining little bitch. Was it the fags I was hanging around with? Or was it... and this one he really seized on... was it the shrink?

Alex: This is not for everyone, you know, this self-examination. Some of us... we just need to live our lives, man.

Paul: (to Alex) You see, these issues with your father, with your own identity, with what you really want for yourself. These things, they have to be looked at. Don't you think it would be better to deal with them here on the ground than have them follow you 20,000 feet into the air?