Vincent:
They project onto you their flaws, what they don't like about themselves. I had a father like that.
Max:
Mothers are worse.
Vincent:
Wouldn't know. My mother died before I remember her.
Max:
What about your father?
Vincent:
Hated everything I did. Got drunk, beat me up. In and out of foster homes, that kinda thing.
Max:
And then?
Vincent:
I killed him. I was twelve.
[pauses, then laughs]
Vincent:
I'm kidding. He died of liver disease.
Max:
Well, I'm sorry.
Vincent:
No, you're not.
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