In America

Johnny: Are you okay little girl?

Christy: Don't "little girl" me. I've been carrying this family on my back for over a year, ever since Frankie died. He was my brother too. It's not my fault that he's dead. It's not my fault that I'm still alive.

Johnny: Ah, Christy.

Christy: Mom was always crying because he was her son. But he was my brother too. I cried too... when no one was looking. I talked to him every night.

Ariel: She did, Dad.

Christy: I talked to him every night, until...

Johnny: ...until when?

Christy: Until I realized I was talking to myself.