Stevie: Here's a three-month supply of your meds. I know you don't want to, but you need to take them.
Stevie's Mom: Let's make a little deal. I'll take the meds if you give me $1200 to get the van running.
Stevie: I'd rather give it to you for rent. You need running water, a roof over your head...
Stevie's Mom: You need that, not me. Look, if you don't want to spot me the cash...
Stevie: It's not that I don't want to.
Stevie's Mom: No, you just want to control what I do with it.
