I have no idea, I have no idea why we should be the only ones because oh god, every time, knife to the soul:
MR. WYATT: So, what was this advice? I might need to plagiarize myself down the line.
SAM: You told me that I didn’t have to go into the family business. You said I should make my own choices.
MR. WYATT: So you’ve managed to do your own thing, then, huh?
SAM: Yeah, for a while, yeah. And I think I went to college because of you. But, you know, people grow up.
MR. WYATT: Yeah.
SAM: Responsibilities. But still, um…you took an interest in me when no one else did. That matters, so thank you.
MR. WYATT: Well, you know, the only thing that really matters is that you’re happy. Are you happy, Sam?
SAM does not reply.