In Treatment

Sophie: (to Paul) You're always insinuating shit about him. That he's the mystery man. That there's some big secret. That he's the person who really fucked me up. But the joke's on you, because there's nothing there. My father didn't cross the line or break any rules or any of that crap you love to throw around. You're so wrong, it's ridiculous.

Sophie: Maybe you're jealous of him [my father]. He travels around the world. He works with models. Meanwhile, you're trapped in your cell with fuck-ups like me. Paul: Oh, I'd take a fuck-up like you any day over one of those supermodels. Sophie: No, you wouldn't. Shut up. Paul: Yes, I would. It's true.

Sophie: It's not my job to make her [my mother] face reality! I'm the child. She's supposed to be smarter than me.