Jack Hayes:
[notices Ellen called Jeff in Jack's apartment]
What's she calling here for?
Jeff Hayes:
[washing his hands]
Huh?
Jack Hayes:
What's she calling here for? It's over. It's been over. You gotta get on your life.
Jeff Hayes:
[dying his hands]
What are you talking about? She's having a problem with our boy.
Jack Hayes:
He's not your kid.
Jeff Hayes:
What do you mean, he's not my kid. She had to tell him the truth, now. He knows he's got a father. He's my kid.
Jack Hayes:
SHE raised him. If she's got a problem, it's HER fault. Look, you're just getting started again, Jeff. Why do you need her problems...
Jeff Hayes:
Just drop it, Dad. I don't want to you talk about it.
Jack Hayes:
Oh, sure, don't listen to your father. What the hell does he know? If you'd listen to me in the first place, you wouldn't have screwed up your life.
Jeff Hayes:
All right, that's it, I'm out of here.
[leaves the kitchen]

Jack Hayes:
Oh, sure. Run away! Just like when you were a kid.
Jeff Hayes:
[starts packing his suitcase]
I didn't run away when I was a kid, Dad, you drove me away. There's a difference, you know?
Jeff Hayes:
I drove you away?
[chuckles]

Jeff Hayes:
I tried to give you good advice. Is that driving you away? You could've gone to college, Jeff. You had the grades, but no, not you. You get a girl pregnant, you gotta marry her.
Jeff Hayes:
I married Ellen cause I loved her. I'd marry her if she couldn't have a kid. What the hell am I doing this for? We had the same stupid argument nineteen years ago. Nineteen years and nothing changes with you.
Jack Hayes:
Oh, and with you, something changes, huh? She's gonna dump that kid's problems all over you. You'll see!
Jeff Hayes:
Don't put that kid on me, huh? You know what books I used to read when I was in prison, Dad? Books about raising kids. And from year one about how you hold them, and look at them, and how quick they get to know you. From their terrible twos, and the potty training, and the first days in school, about their joys and their fears. And I used to lie on my bunk, at night, and try to get myself to dream I was doing those things with my kid. Teaching him how to swim and throw a ball. And you know what, Dad? In my dreams, my kid loved me. Just the same I love him and his mom.

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Us (1991)

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