Adam: (about his father) Mary, you just don't know what he's like.
Mary: That's not my fault. You never want to talk about it! What did he do to you?
Adam: Nothing. Not one thing to me or for me, ever since the accident! It was like I didn't exist anymore.
Mary: Maybe your father needs some of that patience that you show to your students. Where would I be now without it?
Adam: The problem is that you think every single father in the world is just like yours. Mine isn't.