Quentin: When you look at me, do you see your own father at all?
Laurel: No...because my father died when I was 13.
Quentin: What happened?
Laurel: It was my 13th birthday and he left to go get my birthday cake like he did every year. Then the phone rang, there was an accident. Drunk driver ran through red light, head-on collision.
Quentin: Sorry. I used to pick up Laurel's cake too. Yellow with chocolate frostring. At my favorite bakery.
Laurel: Carly's
Quentin: Sorry you didn't get to know your father.