Tandy: Where’s Tyrone?
Andre: It’s possible that your heart is confused as well. That friend of yours ... he’s gone from your life, remember? I shot him dead.
Tandy: No. You’re just messing with me. Just like you did with Michayla, right? Because that’s what you do, right? You get in their minds and cause them cause.
Andre: I don’t cause anyone’s pain. I understand it, feel for it, commiserate it with mine. It’s the only way to tap down my migraines.
Tandy: So this is all so you can blow your horn?
Andre: This is so I can survive. The world saddled me with so much pain; the only way I can keep on is to share it from time to time.
Tandy: That’s sick.
Andre: That’s America, Tandy Bowen.
Adina: I know you’re the best way to make sure that Tyrone never has to look over his shoulder ever again.
Connors: That’s all I want as well ... justice.
Adina: You have to understand the irony in that statement ... given that you murdered my first-born in cold blood.
Connors: Yes, ma’am.
Adina: He was one of your other wrongs?
Connors: He was.
Adina: I’m going hold onto these two thoughts in my head. I’m gonna reconcile them, I’m gonna cook, and we’re gonna talk. And we’ll see ... we’ll see if your value to Tyrone outweighs the need for me to end your life for what you did to Billy.
