Lucas: There's no way in hell I'm giving you permission to dig up my son's body.
Sonny: Lucas, I thought for sure you were gonna say yes. Didn't you say you were hoping what Ben said could be true?
Lucas: What's wrong with you? I can't do this, all right? How can you do this? What are you, trying to get my hopes up or something?
Sonny: Lucas, I understand.
Lucas: You don't understand! He's gone, okay? He's dead. I saw his cold, lifeless body lying on that slab in the morgue. I saw the red marks on his neck where that son of a bitch choked the life out of him. Nothing I do, no matter how much I drink, nothing works. Nothing gets rid of that image. Vodka, tequila, whiskey. Nothing works. It works on everything else, but not that. No matter how much I drink, it won't go away!
Sonny: Okay. I'm so sorry, Lucas. I'm sorry.
Lucas: I was a miserable disappointment to my son. I failed him when he was here. I failed him in his lifetime. I am not gonna fail him in death too. The only thing I can do is let him rest in peace. I hope to God everyone else can do the same damn thing.