Aunt Lydia: If you don’t cooperate, I fear things will get worse for you, Ofrobert, Ofhoward, the others. All wanted fugitives in grave danger because of you. Bring them home.
June: This isn't there home.
Aunt Lydia: Because you corrupted them. They had a life of meaning here, a life of service.
June: There’s no meaning in this place except violence. You told those girls if they followed the rules, they’d be OK. Then you sent them out to be raped and beaten and humiliated over and over and over. You failed them.
Aunt Lydia: You shut your mouth.
June: You failed them, didn’t you? You failed your precious girls. It is your fault, Aunt Lydia. Your fault, your fault, isn’t it? Listen to me. Your fault, isn’t it?
