Joyce: I read that for every glass of alcohol that you drink, you need an extra glass of water…
Andy: Ma. Ma! Can you not see that I don’t want to talk right now? Are you… Are you blind? How idiotic can you be? Can you not tell that I don’t want any water? Enough with the nagging and the water! Just shut up! Just shut up!
Joyce: I don’t know what to say.
Joyce: “Finally”, you said? You little shit. Mmm! You condescending, self-absorbed little shit. I can’t do anything right by you, can I, Andy? Everything I say is wrong, everything I do is wrong. Go ahead. Why don’t you keep insulting me? ‘Cause you haven’t made it quite clear just how much you can’t stand being with me! What do you think, I’m stupid? You think I’m stupid? No. You think I don’t know that you went to school in California so that you’d only have to see me once a year? Why, Andy? Why? What did I do wrong? What did I do? Did I care for you too much? Did I love you too much? What did I do?
Andy: Okay, Ma.
Joyce: It’s not okay! This is the way you talk to me? Like I’m some thing that has to be tolerated? Well, let me tell you something, kiddo. You don’t have to like me, or spend time with me. But as long as I’m your mother, you will treat me with respect. Now drink your fucking water before you drop dead from dehydration!