Recovery

Alan Hamilton: [to his son before he leaves for university] Long-term memory, okay? When you were three you had this, um, big... juicy fruit... orange, orange car that you sat in and you pushed with your feet. Only, you never did it yourself, 'cause you always got me to push you everywhere. And Mum used to get upset with you for being lazy, but I could make you go fast, I could give you a nice ride. Thing is, right, now, I know I can't do anything for you that's even that simple anymore. And half the time I'm gonna *be* the boy in the orange car. But... I'm *so* proud of what you can do now, and what you've done. And a couple of months ago I was jealous of your future, 'cause I haven't got one to speak of, but my life now is gonna be what happens to you. And you. Before, I thought that I was the main event, and the breadwinner and the go-getter... now I'm just happy watching you. So... good luck, son.

[he hugs him]