Laura Bishop: I’m sorry Walt.
Walt Bishop: It’s not your fault. . .Which injuries are you apologizing for? Specifically.
Laura Bishop: Specifically? Whichever ones still hurt.
Walt Bishop: Half of those were self-inflicted. . .I hope the roof flies off, and I get sucked up into space. You’d be better off without me.
Laura Bishop: Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Walt Bishop: Why?
Laura Bishop: We’re all they’ve got, Walt.
Walt Bishop: That’s not enough.