EZ: It wasn't my place to tell you. Dad knew I saw it. I finally asked him about it. Angel: He said nothing. EZ: Yeah. Everything that's gone down between us Angel, even if I could've. Angel: You should've told me. He should've told me. EZ: Pop? Angel: Yeah, he never trusted me with anything, mom neither. EZ: Come on, man. That's not fair. Angel: Fair! You have no fucking idea. Fair? Every time I walked into a room for as long as I can remember, Mom and Pop, there'd be this slight letdown. You know, disappointment cause it was me instead of you. Oh man, saying it out loud sounds fucking pathetic, but you live with that for twenty years or more. EZ: I'm sorry. Angel: It ain't your fault, but sometimes man I fucking hated you, just the sight of you. It'd be a reminder that I'm some kind of fucking you know, some kind of idiot, a fucking mistake. EZ: Angel, nobody ever thought that. Happy: Poor little Angel, nobody loved him.