Laura Bishop:
I'm sorry, Walt.
Walt Bishop:
It's not your fault.
[pause]
Walt Bishop:
Which injuries are you apologizing for, specifically?
Laura Bishop:
Specifically? Whichever ones still hurt.
Walt Bishop:
Half of those were self-inflicted.
[staring at ceiling, storm rages outside]
Walt Bishop:
I hope the roof flies off, and I get sucked up into space. You'll be better off without me.
Laura Bishop:
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Walt Bishop:
Why?
Laura Bishop:
[sighing]
We're all they've got, Walt.
Walt Bishop:
That's not enough.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:26