Brianna: Daddy, it's me. You can tell me.
Frank: [kneels in front of her] Bree. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't.
Brianna: It's obviously important to you.
Frank: It was everything to me, aside from you.
Brianna: And mama.
Frank: You should go home, Brianna. She'll be worried about you.
Brianna: She'll be fine.
Frank: Go home, Brianna, please. Go home! Brianna, someday, I promise you'll understand.
Brianna: Maybe someday, I won't care.