A Rebeldia Mortal

Clay: How do you feel about all this, Casey?

Casey: I don't know... I don't want to know. I don't want it and I hate it.

Clay: What do you hate?

Casey: My family. I hate them... but I want them... and I hate wanting them.

Clay: Why do you hate it?

Casey: I hate wanting. Wanting something means that you'll never get it.

Joanne: Haven't we always given you what you wanted? You have everything you've asked for.

Casey: Tell me one damn thing that I ever asked for? What... what did I ever ask for? I asked for nothing... and that's what I got. Gail got attention for screwin' up... and I got nothing for being good. Nothing from you... and nothing from Daddy.

Joanne: That is not true. I love you. I wanted you to have everything.

Casey: Everything that you *wanted* me to have! You don't let me choose my own clothes. You never liked my friends so I don't have any friends... and I *can't* take this pressure.

Frank: Don't talk to your mother like that.

Casey: Daddy, for *once* in my life I am telling you how I feel! I... I just want you to love me... no matter what I do.