Ace: Jack, you know what I realized on this trip? After several disturbing interactions? I’m not good at making’ new friends. I haven’t made a new friend in years. Makin’ friends was never hard because I was always a part of a team. I had like insta-friends, guys I met through sports. Everyone kind of had to be my friend.
Jack: That’s not true.
Ace: Don’t tell me that. I do bad shit. I say dumb things. I do dumb things. I broke Bobby’s leg. I left the DWL because no one really likes me. I’m gone because any other promotion would have run me out of town.
Jack: We’re not any other promotion.
Ace: But the worst thing I’ve done? The worst thing I’ve done is I told you you were gonna stay in Duffy and kill yourself like Dad.
Jack: That’s forgotten.
Ace: I’m remindin’ you. I’m that guy. I’m the guy who said that. What kind of guy says that to his brother? Me.
Jack: It’s in the past. Don’t matter.
Ace: Everything that came to me after that statement, I set in motion.
Jack: That’s not true.
Ace: Yes, it is. And yeah, you were kinda dickish about the belt, but I didn’t have to say that, and yet I did. I did it because I’m a selfish fuck who was praised his whole life for sports, and now that sports are over, I don’t know what the fuck to do when I don’t get it.