— I'm not the one who hates you, Joe. You're the one who hates you.
— And I get to live with myself 24 hours a day.
— Jesus Christ, nothing changes. You're still a lunatic.
— Gonna tell me who it is?
— You want me to open the closet? I'll do it, okay? And then we'll both know that you're a fucking psycho! Is that what you want, huh?
— No.
— Thank you.
— That door stays shut. What I'm gonna do is count to three. Then I'm gonna put a bullet in that door. You can stop me any time by telling the truth. <...> The truth is a beautiful thing.
— Boys still giving her a hard time about the braces?
— Are you kidding? "Metal mouth," that's the latest. Little bastards.
— She'll be screwing them by the time she's 14.
— Watch your goddamn mouth.
— Christ, Sarah. You let her wear enough makeup. She looks like... a goddamn raccoon. I come in the house, I think it's a burglar. I almost shot her twice.
— For your information... a lot of people think I'm very funny.
— Yeah? Well, go live with them.
— Don't tempt me.
— You told the cops...
— I told them Mike came by to farm out a surveillance job this morning.
— That's all? You didn't mention...
— No. I didn't mention it.
— You knew, didn't you?
— I suspected.
— Goddamn it. Why didn't you say something?
— What do you want me to say, Sarah? "Fuck you, Sarah"?
— Yes. Yeah. Or anything to get a rise out of you. How about, "You're a lying bitch"? How about, "If there weren't cops here, I'd spit in your face"?
— You want me to spit on you?
— It would show you had some pride left. Fresh out, honey.
— You know what? Fuck you, Joe. You were never around. I was lonely!
— Buy a dog.
— Who's the guy in the closet?
— Excuse me?
— That's right. Sometimes you forget I'm a detective. All this steam in the shower, like somebody was just in there. Only your hair is dry. So it must be
somebody else we're talking about. A male somebody because the toilet seat's up. Not under the bed, must've stuck him in the closet... when you heard my key hit the lock a day early. So who's the guy in the closet?