- Raven: Your second grandson. My son, he was a boy, remember?
- Rob: That's enough.
- Alice: What?
- Raven: I had a baby, Alice. They took him away as soon as he was born. I never even got to hold him. Don't you guys ever think about him? Because I think about him all the time. I dream about him. He's 15 now. Is he out there somewhere looking for us?
- Rob: Maybe you should have thought before you went off with every Tom, Dick and Harry.
- Raven: There was no Tom, Dick or Harry, Dad, and you know it. But, oh, it's the girl's fault, right? It's always the girl's fault, because he is the boy. Because he is the son, the perfect son, the natural son who can do no wrong.
- Alice: What's going on, Colin?