Nancy: I’m here to pick up Silas Botwin.
Officer: And Shane as well?
Nancy: What do you mean? Both my children are in jail. Perfect.
Andy: Shane Botwin, I’m here for— Nancy, hi. You’re here. Good. Thank God.
Officer: Did you two have a fight or something?
Nancy: Yes. He hit me. Arrest him.
Andy: She’s kidding. Tell him you’re kidding.
Nancy: I’m kidding. I walked into a door.
Officer: And you, sir?
Andy: Oh, a door. Same door.
Silas: How many pills did you take?
Silas: Well, that’s dumb. I’ll get you a glass of water. Give me your pills, I’ll open ‘em.
Silas: Why have them if you won’t take them?
Shane: Because… they’re mine. I like the way it feels. Like a knife… popping the same balloon over and over. Only you don’t have to blow up a new one. I can make the pain go away anytime with a pill. But I don’t want to. I don’t have to think about anything else. It’s great.