Malcolm: I'm just confused, lost, scared. You have no idea what these visits do to me, what you did to me.
Martin: My boy, I made you.
Malcolm: You destroyed me.
Martin: Malcolm, what are you doing?
Malcolm: I came to tell you face to face--
Martin: Tell me what?
Malcolm: That you're a crazy, old man, a sick lunatic, living in a delusion. We never had a relationship because none of this is real. I never loved you, and you'll never see me again.
