Lucy: [being observed] I want no other daddy but you.
[turns to the glass]
Lucy: [shouts] Did you hear that? I said I didn’t want any other daddy
but him. Why don’t you write that down?
It's number nine. And number nine is like October 9..when John Lennon was born and his son was born on October 9, too. John met Yoko on November 9. Yeah, and his mother lived..at number nine Newcastle in Liverpool. Newcastle, nine letters. Liverpool, nine letters.
Sam: OK, remember when Paul McCartney wrote the song “Michelle” and then
he only wrote the first part, Annie said. And then he gave that part to
John Lennon, and he wrote the part that said, “I love you, I love you, I
love you.” And Annie said that it wouldn’t have been the same song
without that… and that’s why the whole world cried when the Beatles
broke up on April 10, 1970.
Everybody behave Like a gentleman..because Lucy's gonna come out here..and first impressions are very important. Lucy:You never even came! You never called! You forgot about me! How coule you forget me? Sam:No, I didn't forget you! I would never forget you! -I hate you! Sam:Will you not be mad at me for one second? Because I want to tell you one thing, OK? "P.s. I love you, like in the song"
Lucy: Why are men bald?
Sam: Sometimes they’re bald because their head is shiny and they don’t
have hair on it. So their head is just more of their face.
Sometimes if you rub her belly..and then if you tell her two
stories..and give her half an IHOP corn muffin..then sometimes she
Sam:But you still need to leave your husband.
Rita: My marriage isn’t so bad.
It’t just that..I’ve never lost at anything.
Sam:Yeah, but I tried! I tried hard!
Sam:Yeah, but you don’t know!
You don’t know what it’s like when you try and you try and you try and
you don’t ever get there!
Because you were born perfect, and I was born like this! And you’re
Rita:Is that right?
Sam:You don’t know what it’s like to get hurted.. because you don’t have
feelings. People like you don’t feel anything.
Rita:You think you got the market cornered on human suffering?
Let me tell you something about people like me.
People like me feel lost and little and ugly.. and dispensable.
People like me have husbands..screwing someone else far more perfect
People like me have sons who hate them.
And I’ve screamed horrible things to him..a seven-year-old, because he
doesn’t want..to get in the car at the end of the day.
And then he looks at me with such anger..and i hate him then.
I know I’m failing you. I know I’m disappointing you. I know you
deserver better, but get in the fucking car!
Every morning, I wake up and i fail. And I look around, and everybody
seems to be pulling it off..but somehow I can’t..no matter how hard I
Somehow..I’ll never be enough.
Sam:You’re enough. Yeah, you’re much more than enough.Lovely Rita.
I have to apologize to you..Sam because I was gonna tell that
judge..that I could give Lucy the kind of love she never had.
Sam:I hope you’re saying what I think you’re saying.
I think you’re the red in her painting.
Now I can see those kind eyes.
Rita: Now, Ms. Cossell, in all the time that you’ve known them, have you
ever questioned Sam’s ability as a father?
Annie: Never. Look at Lucy. She’s strong. She displays true empathy
for people, all kinds of people. I know that you all think she’s as
smart as she is despite him, but it’s because of him.
Rita: So what you’re saying is you don’t worry about Lucy’s
Annie: No, I do.
Annie: I worry all the time. I worry if they take Lucy away from her
father they will take away an enormous piece of her, and I worry that
she will spend the rest of her life trying to fill that hole.