So this whole lying thing. That's working out for you? Excuse...
ALEX: "So this whole lying thing. That's working out for you?"
BEATRICE: "Excuse me?"
ALEX: "Look, you're going to die and soon. You get that, right? There's no rosy picture to paint here."
BEATRICE: "You're not a mother. You don't know what its like to hold your newborn baby in your arms and smell the top of her head... and know that your only job in this world is to protect her."
ALEX: "You think you're protecting her?"
BEATRICE: "I'm protecting her."
ALEX: "Well, you call it what you want. But you should know you're leaving behind a kid that will probably hate you for the rest of her life."