Ma:
He needs to play with something real. I'm worried about him being on the phone.
Nancy:
He's doing fine.
Ma:
Well, I don't give him my phone, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't give him yours.
Nancy:
Okay, I won't.
Ma:
Great.
[pause]
Ma:
I just want him to connect with something.
Nancy:
Joy. Joy, he's really doing fine.
Ma:
I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm supposed to be happy.
Nancy:
You just need to rest, okay?
Ma:
No, I don't. I don't need to rest!
Nancy:
That's... That's what the doctor...
Ma:
[Interrupts]
That is not what the doctor said. You don't know what he said, because it was a confidential conversation, and you don't know what he said!
Nancy:
All right, all right, all right! You're impossible to talk to right now.
Ma:
Well, sorry.
Nancy:
No. No, you're not sorry!
Ma:
Yeah, I'm not sorry! You have no idea what's going on in my head.
Nancy:
Yeah. Well, try me! I have asked you.
Ma:
And then what? Then, every time you look at me, that's all that you see?
Nancy:
When I look at you, Joy, I will see my daughter.
Ma:
You don't need me. You've been doing just fine without me.
Nancy:
Oh. How can you say that, huh? Do you honestly think that you were the only one whose life was destroyed?
Ma:
[Interrupts]
Actually, that's exactly what I think.
Nancy:
Yeah? Well how would you feel if somebody took Jack away from you?
Ma:
Oh, shut up!
Nancy:
Look at him! You should be thinking about him!
Ma:
Oh, don't you tell me how to look after my son. I'm sorry that I'm not nice anymore, but you know what? Maybe if your voice saying "be nice" hadn't been in my head, then maybe I wouldn't have helped the guy with the fucking sick dog! Stay there, Jack. I'm calling the fucking lawyer. I can't stay in this place.
