Randall: Mom, all I want to say is that I love you and I'm concerned. And you getting so defensive over absolutely nothing is making me more concerned. And for you to say that you're the mother and I'm the son after 20 years - Rebecca: What, Randall? Randall: Never mind. I don't want to say anything. Rebecca: But you did. You said something very clearly and it was cruel and it was beneath you.
For 40 years, I pushed people away, not because I thought they would hurt me, but because I thought I would hurt them. I told myself that it was for their own good, that I was broken. But I was wrong. I wasn't broken. I was sick. And when you're sick, you've got to let the people who care about you help you.