Kym:
I lied to your face, I weighed six pounds, my hair was falling out. I spent every dinner in the bathroom.
Abby:
Honey, you were sick.
Kym:
That was an illness.
Abby:
You know what it was.
Kym:
I stayed in my room for days. I passed out all the time.
Abby:
No, no.
Kym:
What were you thinking?
Abby:
No.
Kym:
Why did you leave me?
Abby:
I was there, I didn't leave you.
Kym:
Why would you leave me in change of him?
Abby:
Because you were good with him.
Kym:
Mom, mom, why would you leave...
Abby:
No you were...
Kym:
Why would you leave... a drug addict to watch your son?
Abby:
No, you were good with him! You were the best you were with him!
Kym:
Mom! Listen to me, listen!
Abby:
I didn't expect you to kill him, sweetheart!
Kym:
Mom!
Abby:
You were not supposed to kill him!
Kym:
[Abby pushes Kym onto the couch]
Mom, what are you doing? Get off!
Abby:
Oh, God! God!
Kym:
Mom!
[Abby slaps Kym and Kym looks at her hand]
Kym:
Fuck.
[Kym hits her back]