Sam:
[Samantha has a nosebleed]
Do you have some ice?
Jeannie Conway:
Oh my God. Come on in. Sit down. Paul, get some ice.
[to Samantha]
Jeannie Conway:
Hold your head back, back.
[to Paul]
Jeannie Conway:
Hurry.
[to Samantha]
Jeannie Conway:
What happened?
Sam:
Nothing. I just get them sometimes.
Paul Conway:
Here you go.
Jeannie Conway:
Listen, sweetheart, this may be butting in where I don't belong, but don't you think someone should say something?
Sam:
For what, a nosebleed? Come on, I've had them since I was a kid. Ice will take care of it. I just forgot to fill the tray.
Jeannie Conway:
Oh, Sam, I don't like this.
Sam:
I hate them.
Jeannie Conway:
C'mon you know what I mean. It's criminal. He could go to jail.
Sam:
He's my father. Sometimes I want to roll a truck over his face but he's still my father.
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